Being mom is amazing. She calls me mom-mom. I love the sound. I’m afraid this is gonna be one of those posts. You know, where everything is perfect and all is well with my soul. It is!
She went on a picnic with her grandies the other day. She saw a waterfall for the first time, and the gentle wash of the water lulled her off into a deep sleep. That evening she described what she saw to her dad. He had opened the tap and she pointed up and then said “dowwwww” (down)! 😍
Everyday she does something new. Something amazing! Something I never thought a one year old could do! And every morning, she brightens my day. Gives me the will to get out of bed and conquer the day. I have been having a rather trying time at work. But, coming home to her helps put things in perspective.
I am learning patience. Learning how to mind my tongue and to avoid knee jerk reactions. I still rehash the past. Have pity parties and cry myself to sleep. But it’s different somehow.
It means I have to do the hard graft daily, so that she can have an ideal for coping. I have to be my best for her. Those little eyes and ears are silently observing. Keeps you on your toes.