Sometimes I have this overwhelming feeling of being helpless. And I’m not even talking about with my kids. Moreso, the world. #goingdeep
This morning, as I kissed Olivia goodbye, our conversation went a little something like this:
“No, mommy, stay here”
“Oh sweetie, you know I wish I could, but I am going to work. Aren’t you excited for gymnastics today?” You like how I redirected a potential meltdown? Me too. #proudmommymoment
Halima chimed in and asked “why does mommy go to work?”
The first time I am sitting down to write G is 8 weeks old. Wow. I can’t believe it. I’ll dive into the details of the first eight weeks of his life in another post. This one here, is about the first eight days of his life. Days that were excruciatingly long and ones that I didn’t know if I would survive. Of course I am being a bit dramatic but holy shit.
Sharing these with the world wide web to keep me accountable. I am a list girl. I have running to-do lists that I giddily check off on the reg, post-its with shopping lists, weekly work to-do’s, call lists. I have been creating goals for myself each January since I moved out of my parents house in 2008. I cringe when I look back at some of them, but year after year I have seen myself grow. I have seen the goals get deeper, filled with emotional integrity, with the intent to be a better person, not necessarily numbers/title based.