1/07/13
I knew I wanted to document this day before it even started.
The first day of the beginning.... dun dun dun. Sounds mysterious,
right? That's because it is. You don't know what the first day will be like. Or the second. Or the third. In fact, one day may look completely different from the rest. One day could be a good day. The others?
Not so much. One day, I could look like I had it together. The others?
Falling apart. Regardless of the kind of day this was going to be, I wanted to make sure that I had something to look back on and remember these little life changes that are happening. Right here. Right now.
So.....
"how was it?!" Is that what you are thinking or saying?
It was
perfect. Slap me across the face.
SLAP.
Okay, ask me again. "
How was it?!"
It was
perfect.
I know, I know what you are all thinking. And probably what my future self is thinking.
Naive, naive, silly, clueless, little girl. I get it. Who wants to hear that the first day a mama is home with her two babies goes perfect?
WHO?
Me.
Why? Because I want to always remind myself that
good days do exist. That good days
are important. That there are
good days out of every day.... however way you want to look at it. And that
perfect? Doesn't exist. But if you have a
good day, a
great day, or a day that you can look back on and smile? Then,
well,
that to me, is one
perfect day.
I want to be able to look back on this day and say "Women are truly powerful. Women can absolutely do anything. We are so vital to this world and to our children, and we need to say it proudly." It's amazing what we are able to accomplish in a day. It's amazing how our bodies work. Amazing how our hearts grow. Amazing how we bring our families together.
I want to be able to look back on this day and see that is is possible to shower before 8 am. It is possible to prepare all three meals with the healthiest options available for my children. That it is possible to do some work around the house. And lastly, that it is possible to still squeeze in me time, even if that means having a cup of coffee in hand, sitting on the couch, and doing what you love to do most... write.
Will it always be this way? Absolutely not. Will I always have the energy to squeeze in multiple activities with my daughter, crafting, learning, and reading every book we own? Absolutely not. Will my baby boy always sleep this long and this often? We all know that is about to change. How about when he starts crawling and getting into things? Well that will be a whole new world of "life adjustments." And what about the days that my toddler wants to disobey everything I say? Those days exist, and they exist quite often. Or how about when my fridge is empty and I won't want to tackle going to the store in the dead of winter with one feisty toddler and a baby who's cries could be heard miles away? There's nothing like a good carry out pizza delivered straight to the door.
What I'm trying to say about all this is that I needed this first great, "perfect" day with my kids. There were lots of laughs. Naps were taken. Food was prepared and eaten {that is essential}. Learning activities were taking place. Play time outside {and building of two pathetic snowmen} were had. Dishes were washed. Pictures were taken and sent to the husband. Lots of diapers were changed. Kisses were given. And hugs were well received.
At the end of the day, when my husband came home and asked... "So honey, how was it," I was able to look him in the eye, plant a kiss and on his lips, and honestly say... "Perfect."
Forget the fact that my yoga pants had a whole in them, my hair was frizzy with mascara smeared across my eyes, and the cheerios that were now nicely sprawled {might I add crushed} across my living room floor.
Forget all that. Because having two healthy children that love you unconditionally.....Is what defines perfection.
And, thus, today was perfect.
