Becoming a parent teaches you a lot about yourself.
There are truths I have learnt that I was not prepared to know. Life, of course, doesn’t care about that, it throws you in the deep end and expects you to swim.
I think it’s why I can’t help but flash a knowing smile every time I talk to a newly pregnant friend. They have all the joy, and hope and nervousness that I had too.
They also have the naïveté that is so comforting during those preparation months.
Sleep is my god.
I worship it, I reach out for it and I feel confused and lost when, despite praying to the sleep gods, I can’t achieve it. Now I try to live by all the sleep “rules” in the hope that it’ll be my time. That I’ll go to sleep heaven.
My latest parenting freak out is figuring out how to conquer my biggest parenting unknown: raising a well behaved, kind and respectful child, and really walking that talk, as well.
Babies are easy in this way – you can behave badly (swear, get angry, cry… anything goes) and baby won’t notice. When all I had to concentrate on was keeping a mainly positive outlook, because I knew she could feel my vibes, that was pretty easy. Continue reading