Wednesday, November 13, 2013
...the perspective that comes with age.
I took five minutes after a long day to drive down to the river with Abbey and Janey in tow-I could see the sunset peeking through the leaves at my house, and I needed to get some fresh air. Isn't it beautiful?
Today I awoke to a baby throwing up all over my neck, and then the bed, and then herself. A little bug apparently.
I think 19 years ago I would have panicked and worried so much that she had some terrible illness, and 15 years I would have thought, "Oh great, how am I going to get anything done today", and 10 years ago I would have maybe felt like it was a little unfair that I always had the throw up on me, and then at some point in my growing-up-as-a-mother, I just learned to laugh. Yes, a tired laugh. I really thought it was 2 a.m. but it was 6:30 a.m. and there was no going back to bed. I knocked on the bathroom door and told Jeff to hurry up, I definitely needed a shower today as soon as possible, and I crept up to the bathroom upstairs, and snuck in before my teenagers did, and gave poor Janey a warm bath.
And started the day.
There are hard days of parenting and there are easy days of parenting, and I have learned to embrace them all, because you sure can't change them. We will be fine, throw ups, fussies, bad days, pizza for dinner again, getting nothing finished, sheets in the dryer, not a moment to myself. Sick babies, frustrating toddlers, rambunctious kids, moody teenagers...it's called rolling with the punches and I find with age I get better and better at it, not perfect, but better. Of course with age I also get a host of other things, but I am grateful for the perspective, most of all.