I’m new to fighting the urge to compare the milestones of my almost-Kindergartner to those of his older siblings as I help him learn letters and sounds. #IM.STILL GROWING UP HOW TO#I’m new to figuring out how to protect but not shelter him. I’m new to worrying about what he could innocently come across while searching for Minecraft videos on YouTube. I’m new to hearing unexpected words come out of his mouth and not knowing the right way to explain them. And whether or not my little boy is ready for (what seems to me) the scary world of full contact football. I’m new to making decisions about just how many sports he will be able to handle. I’m new to teaching my oldest boy how to compete for Christ. I’m new to straddling the line between overprotective and permissive. I’m new to letting go and giving her independence. I’m new to answering questions that make me squirm. I’m new to explaining sex and how God’s view of it is different from what the world presents. I am new to talking to my daughter about puberty and changes in her body. I’m new to helping her understand how to treat her body well with the food she eats and activity she does. Yes, I have four children the oldest is 11 and the youngest is two. But the older my kids get and the longer I’ve been a mom, the more I realize that I have not lost that title. When baby number two comes along, we relinquish the title of new mom and accept the expectations of someone who has been there, done that. That’s why we take her meals, offer to babysit so she can grab a nap, and happily do anything that helps relieve the burdens of a new mom. Being a new mom is hard: physically, emotionally, and mentally. There’s the attempt to recover who you were and accept who you are. (Who knew one tiny little human could create so much filth?) There are days without a shower. There are the not-so-pleasant smells of spit up and dirty diapers. There’s the realization that your body is no longer your own. But, I know that being a new mom isn’t just snuggles, sleeping babies, and sweet smells. I’m jealous of the warm snuggles and the peace of a sleeping baby. There is a special place in my heart for new moms.
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