Wednesday, 30 December 2015

2015: The Game Changer

So, as 2015 draws to a close, so too do the two most frantic months of my entire life to date. With Christmas, birthdays and an actual birth day, November and December have been the kind of mental that you never quite envisage until it happens to you. It has been a year of highs and lows, with a whole lot of being pregnant, culminating in a new and precious life bursting into existence. We end the year as a complete family, and suddenly it has all been worth it. 

For a few weeks, we have been the parents of Two Under Two, but that brief chapter has also ended as 2015 winds itself up. My baby boy has turned two and, as I think back on the year's events, it is Blake who emerges as my little star. As I've done battle with morning sickness and pre-natal depression, and he with growing up in general, Blake and I have leaned on one another and got to know each other on a deeper level than ever before. 

It has been a huge year for the Meaneys; Merryn's arrival in November has turned our entire world onto its head. Some days are harder than others and there have been tears, arguments and sleepless nights, but there has also been an abundance of laughter and love, with Blake so often at the heart of both. I look at him now and I swell with pride and admiration for the little boy that once lived in my belly.

I began 2015 with a baby; barely a year old and still a few months away from walking, and I end it with a two year-old big brother - a little boy full of energy, personality and fire. He has welcomed Merryn into his territory in such a mature and loving way, and I'm suddenly forced to accept that he really is growing up. 

It occurs to me that New Year will always feel momentous now that Blake is in my life. Now that the years passing won't just be marked by the date on the calendar, but also by my baby's advancing age. With his birthday so close, New Year has become about watching him grow from boy to man; 2015 was the first year to really illustrate that. 

So, here's to 2015 - thanks for everything you've given me. It's been fucking emotional. 2016 has got big shoes to fill but, as I watch my eight week-old baby girl sleeping beside me, growing at an almost frightening rate, I can't help but reckon it's up to the challenge. 

Happy New Year from mine to yours.