It's been almost two months since Boy Wonder was born, and during that time I've enjoyed the snuggles, grins, and warmth that comes from his little body while he sleeps in my arms. I've enjoyed watching him grow and change, and seeing the expressions on his face as he becomes more aware of the world around him.

 What I haven't enjoyed is feeling like I've lost myself somewhere. I'm not the same person I was when the Munchkin was born. At that time, my life was completely different than it is now. I hadn't started school yet (that happened when she was three months old), and I wasn't actively writing, blogging, or doing anything particularly crafty or time consuming.

 My world revolved around my daughter and keeping the house clean. Occasionally we would run errands or go hangout at a friend's house, but mostly we would spend time snuggled on the couch, or playing on the floor. No matter what it was, I wasn't stressed out. I didn't worry about some huge thing looming over my head, and because of this, I felt like I had the parenting thing down.

Things aren't quite so simple anymore. Even though I realize a lot of the issues I'm having currently, are of my own making, I seem helpless to walk away from them. I've got the self-imposed deadlines looming over me. Things that really aren't set in stone, that I feel like I'm falling behind on. It makes no sense, while at the same time making too much sense.

I've got homework for a class I can't drop, and I know that no matter what I'll make it through it, but still I stress about every second of the day. There are other things that could go by the wayside, and not doing them won't matter a bit in a day, a week, or a year, but they hang over me like a dark cloud. I just want to enjoy the time I have with my son before he grows up and these days are gone.

I need to find peace with myself.

 I've been told that each child changes you, that with each new life you create, they recreate you into a different (and hopefully) better version of yourself. I firmly believe this. The person I became after the birth of the Munchkin was one I was proud of. I know, given time and patience, the person my son will create out of the stressed out ashes of my previous self, will be awesome.

Until then, I need to focus on what is really important. Spending time with my children. Taking a few moments to put away what I've incorrectly decided was important, for what is truly important. Whether that is reading a book with the Munchkin or dancing around the living room with her; feeding Boy Wonder (who seems to be a bottomless pit just like the Marine), or comforting him while he screams in my ear and shakes his little fists angrily.

The creating of art for myself and to sell, can take a backseat until a time when my children need me just a little less. The writing of the hundreds of books running through my head, can wait until Boy Wonder doesn't need to eat every two hours, and the Munchkin doesn't want to show me what new dance step she just created when she was supposed to be brushing her teeth.

It's time to sit back and let the re-creating begin, without the fight I've been giving it, because in my heart I know it's time for that change, I'm just having a hard time letting go of the old me for an uncertain future with a new me.

Have you ever had experiences like this? I really would love to know your stories.


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Comment by Stephanie McDonnell on October 10, 2013 at 8:01am

Oh, honey, I have been there. I was different after my third child. For so long I couldn't place my finger on it. Everything about me was different. My body was different, my mind was different, my emotions were different. Where my body was concerned, I grew incredibly self-conscious of this, which did not help my emotional state any at all. I was always a busy bee, needing to do one thing after the next. I loved to blog, I love to make things, I loved to write -- I loved new things. And I was always searching for something new thinking it was going to fill those voids or make that "different me" be the way I thought I ought to be. It was challenging. 

Then I realized, that's what growing up is! That's what being a mom does! Those babies make you see the world, the people in it, in a whole different way. Be patient, weed through it, and do everything you can to have a happy heart. My lack of understanding led to frustration, which led to resentment and bitterness. So take heart in knowing it passes! Don't let it eat at you and consume you as I did.

And manage your priorities. I had to come to the realization that blogging, crafting and writing were not my priorities. My kids are only little for a little while and now I do my best to devote as much of my time to them as I can. I don't stress about my house. (Oh my word, I used to.) I accepted that if the dishes didn't get done, oh well. That's what paper plates are for!

Best of luck to you, hun.


Steph @ <a href="">NewlyMynted</a>

P.S. Are you from Twenty-nine Palms? I saw on your blog you wrote you're from the "Middle of Sand and Rock, California." I was born in 29 Palms and the running family joke has always been I was born under a rock!

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