I have been the mother of three littles for nine weeks and one day.
During this time I have felt completely confident in my parenting skills and choices. I have also felt absolutely inadequate and underqualified.
I’ve applauded myself for showing patience and empathy toward my children. I have also carried the burden of guilt for raising my voice.
In the midst of the chaos that comes along with a newborn, two-year old and four-year old, I’ve managed to feed them healthy foods, read lots of books and play outside. I’ve also fed them fast food more times than I can count and let them watch cartoons for hours on end.
I have been forgiving of myself for my sub par housekeeping while trying to remember that this season of life is so short and so precious. And I’ve successfully convinced myself there is nothing wrong with using a dog for kitchen floor cleanup instead of a mop. I’ve also felt like a complete failure as housewife.
Contradictions and ups and downs…so goes life…and post partum hormones.
But I have a feeling I’m not going to look back and remember the moments I put on flip-flops so my bare feet don’t have to walk on my dirty kitchen floor.
I’m going to remember moments like these…
Because I also have a feeling nine weeks and one day is going to turn into eighteen years before I know it.