Breathe
Mama . . . Means so much in so few syllables. It never ends, the job description just keeps on going and going and going. The wonderful thing about it is that you keep on finding new wonderful, powerful layers of yourself. Never thought you’d be able to do this or that and what a pleasant surprise when you handle things well and feel the growth and love of the little one that grew inside your belly.
It’s like rock climbing for me (at least). The climb up seems impossible, all of a sudden there’s anxiety and a new fear of heights. Then when I get to the top, it’s just perfection . . . All is as it should be. Each climb seems like the first, a completely new challenge . . . we forget about all those other climbs and how wonderful they proved to be.
Then I turned around again and my baby is looking more and more like a little lady! When did she get so sassy and the “Why?” question appeared out of nowhere and won’t stop.
There are days when my creative energy is so focused on answering that crazy “why” question that I feel to tired to think about other anything when my mama quiet time comes late at night.
These growth spurts and molars are slowly killing me . . . Or saving me. Sometimes I can’t tell the difference, maybe it’s the lack of sleep or forgetting to eat because my child was extra needy today. All in all, everyday is a good day.
These little things that can frustrate me are really quite amazing. She’s wanting to walk around in her own world and explore, she has definite ideas and NO ONE, no adults or other children will ever change her mind and I love that about her.
I just need to BREATHE . . . And laugh and think about all the wonderful things happening in that learning mind. Then the creativity won’t stop, because a child is so full of hope and possibility and it just rubs off on me. Being able to watch them grow is a miracle to say the least.
Raising a child is just as much about raising and healing yourself. It’s the best job in the world and far too under rated.
