I have not been the best friend, or sister, auntie or neighbor lately. I have done that thing all women do when they fall in love – they drop off the face of the Earth and forget about all the other people that love them – and that they love.

I haven’t forgotten actually—but I can say this. I am in love. I am head over heels in love with my little man. I thought it was impossible to love him more than I already did—but nothing is better than a baby hug, or a baby kiss. Or hearing, “Oh, Nonnie”, when we are at the grocery store and he sees something he wants. “Oh, Nonnie!”

Sometimes, he gives me a kiss without me asking. Can you think of anything better?

I have managed to ignore most of the horrible news, and depend on a few astute friends to keep me posted on the State of the Union and various foreign interests—but if I miss a day, I’m not jonesing.

My stress is currently managed by looking into the face of my little love. Or playing Legos, or watching Minions, or Elmo, or Paw Patrol.

In the early hours of the morning, my little love comes to sleep in my bed. He curls up to me and the dog in turn, curls up to him.

My little house is filled with love right now. And while my heart has a giant hole where my son should be, I am so happy to have my little man and his mama there to make my house feel like a home.

I hope my friends and family can forgive me for not jumping on any bandwagons right now. I don’t have the heart to fight that idiot in the White House, or the dozens of laws that may even eventually affect them or me. I don’t want to spend one minute of energy on something that would take me away from this amazing joy.

I wake up early every day so I can have some time with my little guy before I leave for work. And I look forward to weekends like I never have before.

I would be lying if I said I wasn’t tired, I’m adjusting though and I have the benefit of his mama being right there—and that leads me to this—Moms deserve more credit. That is the hardest job on Earth. You can’t just take a nap when you need one, your sleep is broken for years, you must constantly entertain, watch and reprimand without scarring their little souls. In order to grow them into nice little people you must let them fall and skin their knees occasionally. You want to protect but not break their spirit- and my little love has an amazing spirit! But his mom must be hyper-vigilant to make sure he doesn’t hurt himself climbing every mountain he finds.

I love my little monkey- and I am going to try to stay alive a long time so I can help his mama when possible and I can watch him grow into the wonderful man I know he will be.