A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path. --A. Christie
These days my goals are to stay positive, to stop walking around with a chip on my shoulder and to just let the little things go.* My blessings far outnumber the difficulties of daily life. But that doesn't mean each day doesn't bring problems that pile up.
Originally this post was a narrative about a negative comment made by a colleague regarding my parenting status. I wrote the entire thing, righteously explaining my indignance at her public remark. I saved the draft, read it the next day, then decided to highlight the text, click "cut" and get rid of the angry words. You know what? That felt really good. The anger disappeared with the characters on the screen.
There's a lesson in there about letting go of hurt feelings. About changing what you can and ignoring the rest. I'm not sure I can always be the bigger person. I'm not sure I can always look on the bright side. But I can try.
Having two sweet sons helps. A lot. Henry now comes running to give me a hug and say, "I love you, too" before I can even greet him. He walks in front of me as I push his brother's stroller and I watch as he talks to each robin he sees. Moments like those belong to me. I need to make room for them.
Liam snuggles against me after his bath, laughs heartily at our private jokes and is one of the smartest babies I have ever met. I'm in awe of him. I'm still amazed he got here in one piece. I never want to take for granted the miracle that is my youngest son.
I'm off to savor the moments this weekend. (And to put Henry back in bed--he just snuck downstairs!)
*Also, to stop shopping at Walmart but that's another post.