Being a mom is a job like no other.
It is totally a roller coaster ride. I love roller coasters. Just the other day I had a high with my son. We were driving in the car and out of nowhere he said, “I am done being afraid.”
I asked him of what and he replied, “Of going under water at the pool. My friend went under and I should have tried to save him.” I mean, what parent wouldn’t be beaming at their kids’ thoughtfulness??? Never mind that he still refused to go under the next day, it is the thought that counts.
Then there are the lows, like tonight when he kept complaining about the flip-flops I bought him. I got the cheap ones from Walmart because his nice one’s he let the puppy get a hold of. Well, he didn’t like them because they went in between his toes.
So, we got home from him complaining about walking in them and I told him to throw them away. Cue the meltdown. The struggle is real here people!
In all the highs and lows there is one thing that constantly flashes in my mind.
I always feel rushed and there are so many times that I find myself responding to a story he just told me, to only realize that I have no idea what he said. What is so important in my life that takes up that much space that I can’t listen to his story?
I make a conscious effort every day to make sure I am slowing down and listening better to him. He is my only child after all. I only get one chance to not screw it up.
Do you find yourself constantly feeling rushed or are you able to live in the moment with your kid(s)?