Am I the only one out there that finds themselves looking down at their sweet bundle of joy and all of a sudden thinking “holy crap! I’m a mom…… When did this happen? How did the Universe decide I was capable of being a MOM?!” The truth is….I find I have one of these moments at least once a day and they hit me like a ton of bricks!
Oddly, these reality checks don’t occur during the hard moments. The hard moments when the baby’s crying uncontrollably or you’re changing the 100th diaper of the day while trying not to gag at the spit up covered shirt you’re wearing. They occur during the good moments. The moments when he smiles for no apparent reason or the rare moment he goes down easy for a nap. Those are the moments when I stop in my tracks and think “This is real life!”
Could these reality checks be the Universe telling me I kinda sorta don’t suck at this mom thing? Am I doing something right on this crazy journey of raising a tiny human? Is the Universe letting me know that I’m handling everything like a boss?
Eh, probably not but a girl can dream right?
I’ve officially been a mom for six months….SIX MONTHS! I still find it so hard to wrap my head around. Where did those six months go? I had all these expectations on what my life would be like if I was fortunate enough to be a stay at home mom and 98% of them are still sitting on a to-do list that I’m constantly re-writing and re-prioritizing.
Six months has ever felt so short and so long all at the same time. Some days I think “Heck yeah, I got this! I could have three more!” and other days I’m barely able to brush my teeth and can’t remember how many days in a row I’ve worn the same yoga pants. Let’s not even talk about the number of dry shampoo cans I’ve gone through.
Being a wife and a mom are the only two things I’ve ever been 100% certain of and have felt born to do. But even though I truly feel that this is what I was created to do, I have no stinking clue what I’m doing! I’m figuring it out just like the rest of the world.
I’m going to mess up. I’m going to make questionable choices. I’m going to have days where you won’t be able to tell who’s crying harder, me or the baby. But no matter how long or hard the days are, I wouldn’t be on this journey if the Universe didn’t think I could handle it.
So cheers my friends! We are all on different paths but at the end of the day, none of us really know what we’re doing. So lets support each other when the “holy crap” moments happen because we’re all figuring out our life plans together!