Waxing sentimental
So I figured I'd better update this before I get called a slacker. Geez...why is it so hard to document a life that seems to never stop or slow down? I always feel like I've got a zillion things to do, but when I get on here I just go blank. Maybe I'm worrying too much about what other people think. I've gotta just quit thinking as such and be true. I've gotta post my bs and hope that someone out there is bored enough to care. :)
Rather than put you to sleep with the details that make up my life, I'll talk a little about parenting. Adelaide is the magnet that holds all the pieces of my life together. Someone asked me recently if parenting was harder than I thought it would be. I can honestly say, NO! I already knew that it was something you didn't go into lightly. Yes, every second of every day....everything I do effects this little girl in some way or another. What I didn't expect was how much it CHANGES EVERYTHING ELSE. Those who don't have children often chide the fact that we are tied down and have to get a babysitter if we want to go out. So? My parents live in town and it's not completely difficult to do so. J can attest to the fact that we make it out every few weeks. The difference is we've "become domesticated" and aren't in a rush to leave the house. We can sit on the couch and do absolutely nothing and be content. There's excitement in watching Adelaide attempt do something over and over again. Each time we're holding our breath and watching it like we were watching the first man walk on the moon, because, in fact it IS that monumental to us. I know I'm doing a shoddy job of explaining parenthood. I just cannot communicate in words how much being a parent changes EVERYTHING in your life. It changes the way you think. It changes who you are yourself...and I'm not just talking about what people see. I'm talking about that inner person...the one you want NO ONE to see. They change, too. You find yourself being less selfish and wanting to accomplish more just for one little person. You not only want to be a better person, you feel that you MUST or you'll let them down. The funny thing is, they don't know you're imperfect yet. That starts when they begin school and ends with an exclamation point somewhere in their teens when they realize you're infallible. Watching your child run across the room with arms raised whose only purpose is to give you a great big bear hug is incomparable to any single accomplishment you can achieve in your professional life. When I die, I don't want people to talk about what kind of person I was. All I want to hear is how I loved my daughter 100% every day.
If you've gotten this far, thanks for indulging me.
Rather than put you to sleep with the details that make up my life, I'll talk a little about parenting. Adelaide is the magnet that holds all the pieces of my life together. Someone asked me recently if parenting was harder than I thought it would be. I can honestly say, NO! I already knew that it was something you didn't go into lightly. Yes, every second of every day....everything I do effects this little girl in some way or another. What I didn't expect was how much it CHANGES EVERYTHING ELSE. Those who don't have children often chide the fact that we are tied down and have to get a babysitter if we want to go out. So? My parents live in town and it's not completely difficult to do so. J can attest to the fact that we make it out every few weeks. The difference is we've "become domesticated" and aren't in a rush to leave the house. We can sit on the couch and do absolutely nothing and be content. There's excitement in watching Adelaide attempt do something over and over again. Each time we're holding our breath and watching it like we were watching the first man walk on the moon, because, in fact it IS that monumental to us. I know I'm doing a shoddy job of explaining parenthood. I just cannot communicate in words how much being a parent changes EVERYTHING in your life. It changes the way you think. It changes who you are yourself...and I'm not just talking about what people see. I'm talking about that inner person...the one you want NO ONE to see. They change, too. You find yourself being less selfish and wanting to accomplish more just for one little person. You not only want to be a better person, you feel that you MUST or you'll let them down. The funny thing is, they don't know you're imperfect yet. That starts when they begin school and ends with an exclamation point somewhere in their teens when they realize you're infallible. Watching your child run across the room with arms raised whose only purpose is to give you a great big bear hug is incomparable to any single accomplishment you can achieve in your professional life. When I die, I don't want people to talk about what kind of person I was. All I want to hear is how I loved my daughter 100% every day.
If you've gotten this far, thanks for indulging me.