It was the best of years; it was the worst of years.
Stop me if you’ve heard this story before.
One year ago today was the last time I got a good night’s sleep. I was hugely pregnant and desperate to give birth and meet my baby.
Today I am the mother of a little boy who will be one year old on Saturday.
Life is beautiful. Life is hard.
I’m tired and suffering from a year’s worth of sleep deprivation.
I’m broke and in debt.
I’m under tremendous pressure at work to write and publish scholarship for tenure, all while being asked to do more work for less money.
But this little monkey is my sidekick. Who could ask for anything more?
When I cry with frustration, he laughs, plants a wet kiss on my cheek, and hands me a toy.
Thank you, Oscar, for making my year.
Between Lightning 
This post rings so true in my ears! Beautiful post, just beautiful. Happy Birthday (almost!) to your gorgeous little boy. One year already! I hear you loud and clear about the lack of sleep, the worries, the debt… sigh.
But children are SO worther every sleepless second, right?
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beautifully written! happy birthday handsome fella!
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Happy birthday, little man. Nice post and I love the name Oscar.
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You have such a beautiful way with words….
Happy early B-day Oscar! I am so glad your Mommy and I have become blog buddies!
Hoping that things calm down for you–and yes, children are worth the decreased amount of sleep 😉
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Aww, he is just the cutest thing ever! 🙂
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That Dickens really captured the essence of parenthood!
Happy birthday, Oscar!
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He is such a little cutie pie:)
Have a happy birthday sweet Oscar!
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He’s adorable!! I hear you by the way — and I can totally relate! The bonds of motherhood indeed!
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