There are so many things in my life that I have come to accept. Isn’t life all about that anyway? If you can’t change them, you should accept them….right? Somewhere along the way I accepted the fact that I have two children. I know, I know, that should have sunk in the minute Zoey was born, but it didn’t. I remember feeling this way when Abby was born. You put your life on “auto-pilot” and then one day you say, “Oh my gosh, this is my life.” I can’t pin point the moment that the acceptance happened this time, but I have some ideas. It may have come when Zoey started sleeping until at least 6AM, when Zoey started smiling and laughing (such a rewarding thing as a mom), the day I switched Zoey to the “Sensitive” formula to help her fussiness and it helped, or when I realized that we could go to a store and come out alive. All of these things were milestones that made life easier. Slowly, I have turned the “auto-pilot” switch off and now we can go about our days doing more than just what is needed to survive.
I have begun to accept a few other things in my life such as my postpartum hair loss. It happens to everyone (at least that’s what I’m telling myself) and it is now happening to me. I am losing SO much hair! It’s ridiculous! I have plenty of it and more than enough to go around, but come on! Ned always complains that there is hair everywhere normally, but now it’s worse than ever. I wish I could control my hair loss, but I can’t…..therefore: acceptance.
I have accepted that fact that being a mother has hard wired my emotions to my tear ducts. Every time I watch a TV show or read a book that is remotely sad or involves a kid, I have to hold back the tears. I was never like this before...never, never, never. I have tried to solve this problem by watching different TV shows and reading different books, but nothing helps. What does this equal? Acceptance *insert sing-song voice here*
I have accepted the fact that ALL of my children are prone to puking up everything they eat. I don’t own one shirt that doesn’t have a puke stain on the left shoulder. They have good aim too. The other day, Zoey shot puke right down my shirt. All of it settled in my bra. Gross! I have accepted that I need to have a burp cloth handy at all times from now until solid foods. Acceptance.
The biggest thing that I have accepted is the very fact that there are things in my life that I cannot change. Life is not always easy, but it’s not always tragic either. For me, the faster I can accept the things I cannot change (sound familiar), the happier I will be.
The end.
5 comments:
Ah, acceptance. I hear ya, sister. Especially on the hair loss and the 'going to the grocery store and coming out alive' bit. I think you have to RE-accept things every time you have a baby because we all know there is a definite shift of things when it happens. It's a beautiful thing, but it takes some getting used to. Glad you're settling into it in semi-comfort!
You're awesome Mel. Glad things are getting more "customary" for ya. Love ya!
Ahhh acceptance, what we all moms need. You are a great mother. And yes I'm feeling the same way. 3 kids, stores-no, throw up-yes! I love the "newborn" stage but its so nice when things get easier and more on a schedule we can handle, I can't wait for that.
Someday you will wonder why any of it required acceptance at all because you'll look back on your life and realize that you wouldn't have had it any other way. It will all be part of who you were always meant to be. Love you, Aunt Irene
LOL!! I agree with the hair loss thing. After 7 months giving birth my hair is found everywhere!! I hope it starts growing again when I get baby number 2 :)
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