Parenting your first child is like no other experience in the world. One minute, you are beside yourself with utter joy at something your child has done. The next minute you might find yourself on the verge of tears because of something your child has done.
Today, I realized what groups like MOPS really exist for: to remind you that you’re not alone. If that is the ONLY reason that I get up a little earlier every other Tuesday morning for, then that is enough. Hearing other moms share their experiences, who have been "there", is the most restorative, healing thing that any mom can ask for. Advice is OK, but the "Oh, I remember when my child did that…" stories are what really revive me on a rough morning.
Abby is a toddler. My head (and every book you could possibly read) tells me that her newfound need for independence is a normal and very healthy part of development. But, some days, it rocks me to the core. And I am left wondering if she is the only one. So, on a morning such as this, to surround myself with other mommies, who are parenting toddlers now, or who had decades ago, was the best thing that could have happened today. I am NOT alone in this task. I have a renewed perspective…and right now, I am feeling so THANKFUL for my little girl, who is challenging me to take a good, hard look at myself, and who is making me a better woman every day.
And I cannot say enough thanks to every mom that has come around me, who, when given the choice to give advice or share their story, have chosen to share their, "Oh, I remember when…" story.