Copy and Paste

I was writing an update email to one my dearest friends and decided to, in the name of energy conservation, copy and paste.  If it’s worth saying once, it’s worth saying twice, no?

My life still revolves around men, even at this stage in my life.  (I know, Landon’s not quite a man, although he seems to be heading there much too quickly.)  Especially during this maternity leave phase, my sun rises and sets with these Stoops men.  More than I am comfortable with sometimes.  But I think it has taught me some valuable lessons about myself, as relationship usually does:

I am selfish
. In the past, I have prided myself with being a servant (not sure that pride and service mix…ha), but the whole sleep deprivation, I’m-The-Only-One-With-The-Boob, life-altering role change thing really opened my eyes to how central I am in my world.  It has taken WORK to grow up and be this kid’s mom.  There have been countless times where I am whining in my head…..”Who’s gonna take care of ME?….I’m tiiiiiired…why can’t someone else be his mom tonight?”  It’s pathetic, really.  There’s a little girl in me who is resisting responsibility, and I have to spank her everyday.

I am tougher than I thought.  Beginning with the birth, I have been amazed at what I can handle.  I feel empowered as a woman, and these challenges have held so many gifts of worth and accomplishment.  And even though I whine in my head a lot (see above), I still get the job done.  My house is functional, and my baby is happy, well-fed, and adorable.  My body is not (may never be) back to normal, but I am still ridiculously impressed with what it has done.  Whenever I feel fat or floppy, I just think about pushing Landon into the world and I love myself for it.

Normal is relative.  I am amazed at how quickly life settles down into rhythm after a huge transition like this one into parenthood.  Two weeks after having Landon, I would NOT have believed that I could get used to waking up every 3 hours to feed him.  I hardly even feel it anymore.  I used to cry EVERY TIME.  Glad those wildly hormonal, exhausting days are behind me!  His schedule is constantly changing as he grows, but having him in my life and molding my day around him has started to feel like home.

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Still good, even the second time.

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