It’s Monday, the sun is attempting to return after a rainy Sunday, and Little Man has been up since his normal 5:45 wake up and is living his best life; the motherhood dream is truly being lived right now. As I sit here typing we’re already one load of laundry folded and put away, everyone’s eaten breakfast, and I’m on cup of water number two; I wonder when the earth will shatter around me because things are going so smoothly this morning.
Little Man is coming up on his second birthday on the 24th of this month and can already count to ten, knows his colors, and for the most part is an all around happy dude. He eats fruits and vegetables, loves music, and has yet to show any signs that being formula fed was detrimental to his well being. Baby number two is growing at an average pace, kicks me in the belly all the time, and other than some nasty back pain after work, this pregnancy so far isn’t the worst thing I’ve ever experienced. For the right now things are going well, and I thank the universe every single day to have one and a half healthy babies in my life, and hope that our luck keeps up.
It still seems like everyday is a constant battle between feeling like a complete failure as a parent and knowing that my baby is well cared for, but the battle has become shorter and less intense. Knowing that at the end of the day Little Dude is still surviving and thriving as his happy self has really swayed the argument in the favor of successful parenting. I still have a ways to go with becoming the parent I want to be, but every day I’m learning more and more of how to get to where I need to be and that’s a pretty cool process in itself.
Don’t get me wrong here, I know these next few months of peace and somewhat normalcy routine wise are just the calm before the impending storm of bringing the new baby home, but for now I’ll take it.
This seems to be more of a reflection post than anything truly substantial, but as I sit here reminiscing about the last few months, so much has changed and so many different factors have contributed to this overwhelming feeling of peace. I extended my contract with the military for another six years, we’re expecting another baby boy, I’ve changed jobs and my husband is thriving as a stay at home Dad. All these little things that seemed so daunting when we first thought about them are now just another chapter in our story, and I can’t wait to keep adding to the book as we go.
So here’s to Mondays, to fresh starts, to realizing that every parenting style is different, that every life is different, and that as long as happiness remains the center of your world, things will probably work out for the better.