Most parent love when there kids go to bed, there child drifts off to dreamland. This is when parents get time to themselves. They can watch a movie, a TV show, have sex, decompress from the crazy day, or actually have a conversation with one another with out someone going “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mum, Mum, MMMUUUUMMMM!”. So why do I hate bedtime? Why is this the absolutely worst part of my day? Here’s why.
My first yoga class back, post kid was AMAZING!
What a freeing outing this was.
No diapers or sticky hands. No yelling of any kind, or crying. There was no, “Mum! Mum! Mum!”.
I was in a calming, adult environment. I could feel the muscles relaxing just walking in the door. I could feel part of my old self returning to the present me. I could feel happiness entering my soul.
I could not have said it better myself.
I always try to do what makes my kids happy. I make sure they are happy and healthy. They have warm clothes. Food in there bellies. Love in there hearts. To make sure they know they are loved.
I make the best choices I can at the time of what ever situation that presents its self. I do my best and that is all any parent can do.
I give my daughter the last of my apple because it was the last one. I give my son a bigger piece of the blanket to stay warm.
The right thing now may not be the right thing in 20 minutes but I am in the now. I do the best I can.
I try so hard to forgive myself for the mistake I know I will make because I am human. I am doing everything in the parenting world for the first time.
Go easy on yourself. You are human. You are doing the best you can, with what you have.
I want to inspire people. I want someone to look at me and say because of you, I didn’t give up — Anonymous
My Mum has always been there for me. Even when I thought I couldn’t go to her with something. I kissed a boy. I broke up with someone. I didn’t break up with someone. I wanted to quit my job. She was always there. Always.
The comfort I took in knowing that I could go to her with about 99% of my problems was/is my security blanket. Let’s face it, I still call my Mum when I have a problem.