As I hear myself yelling for the third time “shoes on before going outside” I think – he’s already outside, and he is not wearing his shoes. Ugh…!
Does it really matter?
I am such a mom sometimes! Yes I worry, and I want to protect my little guy from any foreseeable mishaps – an insect bite while reaching for a ball in the dark corner, a bump on the head when he clumsily throws a toy and it just hits him right back, something collapsing while he is trying to touch the wind chimes with a broomstick.
Can I let my baby explore freely and discover the world on his own? Trusting that whatever he encounters, whatever he discovers, will simply be wonderful and amazing.
Hoping that any concerns I have are simply mine, not his.
How did I get here?
Here, meaning the worrying, the what-ifs, and the rushing around to meet sleeping schedules. — Says the “used to be, free-spirited, adventurous and careless, and somewhat fearless” woman that I have known myself to be, in a past life.
Now, yelling over shoes, holding my breath every time he takes off running and he trips over toys all over the floor – since they are only about five minutes in the toy box.
I ask myself again… Does it really matter? Him touching his face with dirty hands when I had already washed them three times in the last two hours, misses nap time because he wants to play more, or having cereal instead of an actual meal, or wears regular clothes instead of pajamas.
Perfect Imperfection
I realize, what matters most is that he is Happy, he is healthy and he is active, and curious. His smiling face, the babbling, and singing while playing, the constant checking on mommy, and the random hugs and kisses. — He is expressing the Joy and Freedom in his Heart. — This is his life.
All of this says to me “it’s okay momma, perfect imperfection, is okay.”
Forget about the extra laundry, the wrinkles in the sheets, the muddy shoes, and the crumbs on the chairs. This is life, this is our life now! — I am grateful.
❥ Namaste
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So very true.. But what I found.. After the second and then third baby.. You tend to let it go. My daughter had a baby.. And she is only having one. I told her to let him be a boy. Playing the mud..rain and whatever.
I can see how it can get easier. Thank you Jodi! 💜
This was great! Brought a tear to my eye.
Awe… sweet! Thank you! 💕