One thing my baby boy is teaching me? That life-- and he in it-- is unpredictable.
A month ago, we finally mastered the art to him sleeping through the night, or I should say, he mastered it with our help - but I was a foolish mother to think all our problems were solved. Quickly, the teething came, and now my newest challenge of the week: his newfound seperation anxiety.
Life is truly never dull.
At eight months, he's formed a trust with me - and we together have a bond. I don't blame him for crying when I leave his immediate sight. Sometimes as I go through my day I can feel a similar sense of urgency to know what and how my day is going to go, who will be in it, when my husband is coming home, when I'll be able to see my mom again. I suppose the difference between my son and I is... it's no longer acceptable by most people's standards for me to cry about it. If only we as mom's were given that break to let it all go, to cry when we need to, to be held when we need it.
Some of us stop caring about whats acceptable and throw a fit when we need someone to take care of us, simply because it catches us with us: the constant giving to our family and often lacking anytime left for ourselves. Our husbands patiently hold us and tell us tomorrow will be better, a tomorrow that will rejuvinate us and propel us into action, and always does.
While it's 'always something', and it's not always easy, it makes life one hell of a ride and worth it for all the bumps and ups and downs along the way.
