I’ve been trying to write a letter to the future for a blog post. The idea was to write a letter to yourself five years from now and post in on your blog on May 25th. Obviously, I missed the date, but I’ve still been trying to come up with a letter to future Teish. Problem is, I can’t seem to come up with anything terribly profound or even interesting. The best I can do is say, “You survived!!!!” I think perhaps that is normal when you have a baby who would prefer to be held all day and three older (but still young) kids who keep waking the baby up.
Thomas Paine said, “These are the times that try men’s souls.” I’m going to tweak that a bit and say, “These are the times that try Mom’s patience!”
I do realize that they are not trying to make things difficult. A seven-week-old really doesn’t understand that Mom can’t hold him all the time. He doesn’t realize that there are three other kids in the house who sometimes need Mom too! And the three-year-old doesn’t understand that waking up his little brother who is finally napping because you want to play with him is not a good idea! The four-year-old doesn’t grasp that Mommy is so beyond tired that it’s only the caffeine that keeps her going at the moment. And the six-year-old doesn’t understand that the reason it takes Mommy so long to answer her question is because it takes her exhausted brain that long to try to string together an intelligible response. (Seriously, there are days when I have to think hard to remember how to spell “like”.)
Thankfully, the little guy is sleeping for longer spells at night now, but it’s going to be a while before I feel well-rested again. (OK, I’ll probably never feel well-rested again, but I’m holding out hope that I’ll at least be rested enough to function semi-normally!) But every Mom I’ve talked to who has lived through the baby/toddler/young children stage of motherhood has told me that all of this is normal. They assure me that it won’t be like this forever, and they remind me to cherish this time because it will pass all too quickly! Admittedly, there are some things that I won’t miss. Things like potty training. I will definitely not miss that! But I will miss the hugs and snuggles that I’m deluged with now. Someday my boys won’t be interested in curling up next to me on the couch. Some morning they kids won’t all want to climb up on our bed in the morning and chat with Mommy. I try to keep that in mind when all four of the kids want to sit on Mommy’s lap and I find myself thinking, ‘Whatever happened to personal space?’
Right now, I’m going to go make my kids lunch and tell them again just how much I love them all!