Does anyone else get caught up in the, “I can’t wait”s of life that you don’t embrace the gifts of today?
I’m not talking about not being able to wait for vacation, Trump’s term to be over, or world peace.
I’m talking about the “I can’t wait for him to sleep through the night!” Or, “I can’t wait for her to get to the age where she can be on a sports team!”.
I find thoughts like this going through my mind more often than I’d like them to. Mostly when I’m stressed out with the glamor that is all things #momlife.
There’s something to be said about mother’s before me sharing the wisdom of things they’ve learned through experiencing motherhood. One commonality they all shed light on is to enjoy it while it lasts because it goes by too quickly.
And I see how that is true. Time is fleeting. But where is the middle ground of needing my sanity back, and also enjoying them while they’re little. And I’m not just talking about little moments here and there. I’m talking about really enjoying the journey we are on together in present time, and not in our memories.
I recently stopped giving Hawk a bedtime. I’ve always resented bedtime with this stubborn child of mine. There was nothing sweet or fun about putting him to bed. But in letting him wind down in his own little way, and letting go of some of my need to control and be on a timed schedule, I have come to LOVE bedtime with this little man.
Where am I going with this?
My first point in that little bit was RESENTMENT. Find the thing In motherhood that you resent, and find a way to let that resentment go.
That might look like leaving the kitchen a mess until morning or not picking up your husbands clothes off the bathroom floor. Did I say husband? I meant kiddo’s clothes.
Change that resenting task up for a week, because you can- you’re the mom, and see if you start enjoying motherhood a little more. (If you’re an addict like me, I am here to tell you, that you will live through letting go of some control in this category 😘)
I find in that little change I made with bedtime, I can enjoy being present, versus wishing he was 12 and saying, “I can’t wait until he’s old enough to put himself to bed”.
Because guess what? With age comes no more snuggles, and butterfly kisses and funny little toddler ways.. all the pure forms of love.