So we’ve been doing this mom + baby thing (out of utero) for over six months now. We’re on the tail end of a big developmental leap which means the past week has been ROUGH over here. It’s like someone stole my mild tempered baby and replaced him with a child who never wants to sleep, or be put down, or be looked at the wrong way. So the to-do lists last week went out the window and we just slowed down a bit. There was a lot of snuggling, plenty of walks, and between the wanting-to-pull-my-hair-out, there was a good dose of remembering that I truly love being this boy’s mama.
I need to remember that right now (always?), this is my primary job. The cleaning can wait. The emails can pile up. The meals can be ordered. But no one else is going to be his mom, and no one else is ever going to love him as much as I do. I also bet no one else is ever going to find as much joy in his little smile or his contagious giggle. No one will quite crave holding him while he dozes like I do and no one will glean the same satisfaction from soothing his cries.
While I’m at it, no one else will change more of his dirty diapers, or spend more midnight hours feeding him. No other woman will lose as much hair or sleep over him (I hope). No one will ever spend as much time dressed in his spit up or soaked in his drool.
This hump was a great reminder to slow down and appreciate all of it because while I love a well-checked to-do list and a beautifully clean home, my real formula for happiness is his smile, his fingers wrapped around mine, or his sleepy head resting on my shoulder.