Lately, inspiration to blog has been fleeting at best. Today is different. Today it is raining, I have no agenda and my family is all tucked away in their respective beds. Nick and the dog are spooning in our room, since Nick worked nights last night and Sadie doesn't miss an opportunity to nap in bed. Briony has settled into her afternoon nap. That only leaves me curled up on the couch with a fleece blanket (humidity makes me cold), windows open, a cold beer in hand and a little spare time to type.
Glorious rain. I am so inspired when it rains. Maybe I'd be a better blogger if I lived in Seattle...probably won't be able to test that theory for a few years anyway.
I was asked at work the other night how my home life was going...I can honestly say that for now we seem to have settled into a bit of a status quo. At first, I was a little antsy. The missionary kid in me is usually a little reluctant to accept when things quiet down. However, I am kind of enjoying it. We have plenty of ambiguity with Nick's continued variable schedule...oh, and that constantly growing and changing toddler we are parenting...but most days we seem to know what to expect. I have even started cleaning the house and cooking on a semi-regular basis. Good for me (and so many miles away from where I was last year at this time)!
Being a mommy is by far the most exciting, rejuvenating, draining, trying, rewarding and all-consuming experience in my life to date. I am 100% happy with our decision to bring a child into this world. I have never been more blown away on a daily basis as I am in my role as a parent. I find myself appreciating my parents and their unfailing love for me in an entirely new regard. I am amazed that while my daughter can test every single ounce of patience I can muster, I still put her to bed wanting more. While I grumble and moan when she wakes up unfathomably early after a twelve hour shift ending at four in the morning, her excited chatter and morning cuddles make it all worth it (those late morning temper tantrums are a different story).
Briony amazes me everyday. She is turning into such a little person and has an abundance of personality. She is incredibly curious about people. She stares inquisitively at everyone. She runs quickly and madly at any children in the stores when we are out and about. She loves to mimic house tasks. Lately, she insists on having a spoon for her imaginary morning coffee with me, she drags the broom along the floor when I am finished sweeping and she pulls out all the tupperware while I cook. She also insists on having the leash in hand and chasing Sadie around yelling commands. Kids have a way of making your everyday chores look quite humorous.
I literally had to laugh out loud the other day at the park as she refused to be redirected in her pursuit of some lady on a park bench. You see I prayed for a strong, independent child, and God didn't mess around. When B-bop decides she wants to head off adventuring somewhere, the only choice I have is to follow. I have a feeling we will be heading out on many adventures together. When she decides its time for bedtime there is no stopping her...just ask grandma. When food or milk are on the brain she is at the refrigerator squawking. I am telling you, that this is a girl who knows what she wants, and she isn't afraid to say it.
As Briony continues to grow, I have found myself also changing. I have learned to be a little easier on myself, and trying to just let the days happen as they do. I am finding that even my best agendas are worthless if Briony has other plans. I have to remind myself daily that even if I read 100 baby books that day, I won't get to do this forever. Dust, dishes and laundry will exist far beyond the days when my daughter is sitting in my lap, or coming up to give me kisses. The past year has been such a testament to how quickly these kids grow. I won't get to have any of the past year back ever again.
I have also gotten better about letting things go. I have always been a grudge-holder. I am not proud of it, but it has always been a part of my makeup. As a parent of a toddler it is hard to hold a grudge. Briony doesn't get it, so its lost on her and there are no redeeming qualities for me or my parenting if I continue to hold one. Some days I get so frustrated with how little it seems I can get done. I feel like I spend my days taking one step forward and two, sometimes three steps backwards. Bedtime can't come soon enough on those days, and yet more often than not I put Briony to bed and all I can do is look forward to the morning. I find myself sitting down and thinking about the little hugs I got, our dance party or watching her try something for the first time and all is forgotten. That's when it takes everything I've got to not go into her room, pull her from her crib and hold her.
I realize that while my role as a parent is to love and provide for my child. I am here to foster her growth and provide her with tools to be a part of our world community, but she's also helping me grow. I think one of the reasons I love her more than anything I've ever loved in this world, is because she teaches me something nearly everyday. Sometimes its the confidence boosting realization that I made a save that kept her from ending up in the hospital, other days it's reminding me that our environment is only out to harm my kid (or at least that she can manipulate it to be so). Other days she insists on getting out of the house and going for a run or walk or infant led parade around the lake, which can challenge my lazy self. Many days (especially after my long work weekends) Briony pushes me on even if I don't think I have the strength to finish out the day, and I do because its the only thing I can do.
Briony is helping to hone my skills in humility when I realize I can't do it all. She is teaching me I am stronger than I knew, when she pushes me further than I thought I could go. She is encourages me to be selfless, but still self-loving. I mean, who doesn't get a self-esteem boost when their child charges at them completely unprovoked and plants a big wet kiss on their mouth?! She also reminds that joy can be found in the little things...like today's laughing fit that stemmed from simply opening and closing the front door! All I can say is that my role as Briony's mom is completely addictive, I am hooked!
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