I’m a mom to 3: a 3 year old, an 18-month old, and a 4 month old! On those days when I have trouble #findingthemagic or, let’s face it, finding 3 minutes of peace, I think of all the time I wasted before I had kids. You know what I’m talking about.
- I rushed to get nowhere.
- I cried over ex boyfriends
- I cried over not getting mustard that ONE time during my 8th month of pregnancy. I am 99% sure I wouldn’t do that again. Okay, 90%…
- I had no patience. Now I do. At least, I think I do.
- I stressed about the spills and stains. If I were still doing that I’d have had a breakdown by now. (Unless someone spills my coffee. That still boils my blood.)
- I had no balance—I was all flybarre or nothing. Now I know that it’s flybarre when I can make it and that’s okay.
- I wasted time imagining all the ways I’d never fail as a parent. Total waste of time because #parentfails happen and that’s okay.
- I didn’t dig deep. Now I have to dig deep to answer every single one of Adsi’s “But why?”s without rolling my eyes. But this is still way deeper than I got pre-kids.
- I had no idea what to do with little bruises or snot gifts. Now I know—kiss the bruises, accept the snot, hug often, and cuddle a lot.
- I thought everything was a big deal when it wasn’t. It just wasn’t.
Now I grab the minutes and I don’t stress about the mustard.
Priorities mean more now. Hugs get me through the day just as much as them.
And there is a lot of magic to be found in it not being a rush to nowhere…
Poop happens. Daily. It gets cleaned. Runny noses dry up and babies will eventually sleep through the night, well…until they discover how being cool involves not sleeping much at night. And I try and not stress about all those wasted minutes.