Motherhood is absolutely crazy. I seriously feel like I just had my morning cup of coffee and it’s already 8PM and my day is over like that. In a flash.
I thought that working only one day a week, I would have all the time in the world. I would have more time to clean, more time to cook and more time to write for my blog. Instead, I’m running a mile per minute and have no time for anything. Where in the world do my days go?
Time is going too fast. I’m literally packing it away in boxes, as my five month old has already outgrown his six month (and some nine month) clothing.
I am too much of a perfectionist too. I want everything to be perfect. I want my house to be free of dust and dog hair at all times. I want to work out every day and cook a yummy meal each night. I want to relax and watch a movie with my husband. I want to take a hot bath.
Even though I hate the chaos and unpredictability at times, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I wanted this for so long and now it is here. There was a time I feared that motherhood couldn’t be mine and I doubted I’d have a child of my own.
And here I am. Amidst the chaos of parenting. I feel like I’ve finally arrived.
Forget the laundry that needs to be put away or the dirty hair that needs to be washed. You hear it all the time: They will not be this young forever.
The laundry can wait. The hair can stay greasy.
As I rocked my baby to sleep tonight, I realized that this is it. This is what it is all about. This is what I had prayed for.
In that sweet moment, I held him as he dozed off to sleep. In that moment, time stood still.