Friday, October 21, 2011
There's something to be said for spacing your kids.
(There's something to be said for having them close together, too . . . that's another post altogether.)
I didn't realize it until now because our first four babies were all less than two years apart.
The fun thing about having little Sammy is the four year spacing.
It's like starting all over again MINUS the anxiety and stress of first-time parenting.
With my other kids, they were ALL so little that I was meeting needs constantly.
Everyone needed my help.
Survival mode (it wasn't bad, I didn't know any different. I was happy . . . and crazy).
This time is different.
We're all in this together: taking care of Sammy.
Everyone else is pretty self-sufficient:
i.e. can get breakast, tie shoes, make lunches, wipe their bums, etc.
We're free to enjoy every minute with this baby boy--poopy diapers and all.
"Many hands make light work."
After Sam was born, all the sweet old ladies around me told me to let NO OUTSIDE OBLIGATION get in the way of loving my baby. I obeyed. They were right. This month has been completely family-focused and nothing else. I stayed home as often as I could. Loving Sam and being there for Ben and the kids was all I did. I realized that with my other babies I jumped back into life too soon. Like I felt I had to prove I was super-woman, or something. Inevitably, there were emotional crashes with each baby. Pride, pride, pride. With Sam, I've felt balanced, peaceful, and full of positive emotion. Live and learn, right?
Sam is one month old. I'm stepping back into life. I've started exercising. My waistline is resuming a semi-normal shape. The clothes-of-the-person-I-once-was are within reach. I can wear high-heels to church! I picked up a book I've been dying to read. I'm ready to blog. We're establishing new family routines. Life is slowly feeling normal.
And I feel good.
at 11:06 AM