When the Reality is Better than the Fantasy
As I look around my house at the endless toys scattered about and think back to when I was first pregnant with my oldest (Peanut, 26 Months) I remember all of the fantasies rolling around in my head. I would bring him home from the hospital and every day would be sunshine and warm days and walks in the park. When he cried, I thought, I will feed him, rock him, sing to him and he will look lovingly into my eyes and I will weep with overflowing emotion. His nursery would always be a glorious sanctuary where we would spend countless hours bonding and cooing and gooing at each other.
I look back to this time so fondly as it was a time of great anticipation and hope for our future. My Peanut was a pretty easy baby who actually didn’t much care for the cuddling and rocking much as a baby. He was as independent-minded as they come from a very early age. When our youngest was born (Boo Boo, 9 Months) I was prepared for things to be less fantasy, more reality but have to admit that I again was disappointed in myself for not trying harder to make it all so perfect! It wasn’t until about three months ago that I finally dropped the expectations of myself to create this perfect little world for them and start enjoying the reality: my floors are sticky, my laundry baskets resemble Mt. Rushmore and according to Peanut, Superman lives across the street…..I really wouldn’t have it any other way.
June 12th, 2007 at 2:42 pm
I think that happens with all mothers they finally get to relax and enjoy the reality and enjoy the moments as they happen
June 12th, 2007 at 7:35 pm
I have a motto that a lot of people laugh at: “It will all wash eventually!”
That is what I say when my kids get their new clothes dirty, when sauce spills on new carpeting, when soda is splashed on the interior of the new van, and when my freshly cleaned and readied for church kids, go play in the mud on the way to the car.
Keeping a good sense of humor, and knowing what is important keeps us moms going…with joy.
June 14th, 2007 at 9:46 am
Amen to that! My hope is that it only gets easier to ignore the small stuff as I grow older and wiser (hopefully ).