Posted by Mandy | Posted in baby boy, challenges, life as mommy | Posted on 26-01-2012
I have a rule that I apply to everything that happens in my life, the good and the bad alike, but especially the bad. It’s gotten quite some use over the years. The rule is simple: Everything that doesn’t kill me makes me stronger. All the positive things that happen; everything that makes me love life and my family – all these times and memories I stockpile in my mind and focus on. I don’t dwell on the bad. But of course, the bad happens too… we work through it and move on. I apply this rule to parenting as well.
When Logan has a bad day and I can’t figure out what he needs from me, I know that this experience will teach me something and I’ll be a better mother for it in the end. When the couch and myself are soaked in pee, I know I’ll be a second faster in disaster prevention next time. When both me and Logan are covered in spit-up, I know that my patience is growing. When I have to watch him get his shots, I know that even though I hate seeing him in pain, he and I will be stronger for enduring it. When we discover a new toy, I know he’s expanding his knowledge of the world and I’m expanding my knowledge of what my little guy likes. When he smiles at me, I’m a puddle of happy, sappy, loving, loved mush.
Every single moment of being a mother teaches me something new, the good and the bad alike. No experience is without some sort of result. No hard moment goes by without me learning something new.
I like learning. It makes me more efficient at handling a similar situation in the future. While my attentions are focused on helping Logan learn about the world… I think the little guy helps me learn just as much.
