J is 11 months old.
Some days, I'm just not the mom I want to be.
I imagined myself playing with him all day. Spending time doing activities to help him develop his fine motor skills, learn language, and recognize colors. We'd spend our days read stories, singing songs, going to the park, building block towers, stacking rings, and sorting shapes - not watching TV.
I imagined myself making all his baby food. Delicious and nutritious meals that he would love.
I imagined myself being able to stay calm even when frustrated, knowing that my child wasn't trying to drive me crazy or make me unhappy.
Some days (lots of days), I'm not that mom.
Baby Einstein shows at my house almost daily.
We spend time playing, but not as much time as I imagined - I find myself setting J up with blocks while I do dishes instead of waiting to do the dishes until he was napping.
I made a lot of his baby food, but now that he wants to feed himself, it's easier to buy finger-friendly baby food.
I get frustrated. I try to laugh and shake it off, but sometimes I am not very successful.
I'm not a perfect mother.
But, J is happy, healthy, sweet, kind, loving.
He gives me kisses, hugs, and does silly things to make me laugh because he loves me.
And I love him too.
So while I'm not a perfect mother and try every day to be a better mom than the day before, I'm also not half bad.
I've only seen you and Landon together (you know, in person) a few times, but I can already tell he adores you. And I think that's what really counts.
ReplyDeleteAt least I hope so, because Josie watched Nemo AND Sesame Street yesterday. And she knows none of her colors. :-P Let's play again before I move! This time I'll bring my camera, so I can get a picture of our two little munchkins in action.