02/03/2023
I decided a while back to not mourn my children growing up. š¶š»š§š»
I hate admitting this but Iām not a good baby person. Donāt get me wrong, I would die for my babies and Iāve always loved them, I just didnāt enjoy the baby stage. Very much at all. And while I do have an occasional moment of sadness over my children growing out of their tiny clothes, if Iām being honest I donāt want to go back to having newborns. I love the people Iām getting to know in my kids. I love who theyāre becoming. I love who Iām becoming as their mom (except when I become monster person who canāt take it anymore and locks myself in my room to scream into my own reflection⦠but what were you saying?)
Iāve decided to try and wholeheartedly embrace the adventure of living with and raising up growing tiny people. Iām choosing- as much as Iām able each day- to give myself permission to be the mom I am right now, with the kids I have right now, not fearing the future or grasping at the past⦠at least not for too long. Iāve learned over the past few years to let go of lots of things- projects, images Iād like to project- even versions of myself and my family I wanted. So far I havenāt missed the mark ever and also Iām lying about that.
So hereās to living in your actual season and giving yourself permission to really like the good parts of it and do the best we can at the rest of it.
Also we make websites, too. šš»āāļø