One night in hospital last week looking over Fynn asleep after three days of worrying, being vomited, peed and pooed on, and sleep deprived yet strangely not feeling that tired, one of the lovely nurses that looked after us came in to the room and we got talking about motherhood and the importance of acceptance. We both agreed that once you begin to accept things the way they are or for what they are life becomes easier and happiness naturally falls upon us.
I started thinking about the things that initially seemed hard or difficult to accept in some way and some really irritated me a lot and caused arguments between Dan and I but once I begun to accept them and I admit that this didn’t happen all at once – it all became easier and we were all happier.
Acceptance that:
- I will never have a good nights sleep and never sleep in beyond 7
- I will cook the majority of meals with one hand and child attached to my hip or leg
- I will never go to the toilet or shower alone
- There will always be more than two in the bed
- That some days go to shit
- That they are going to climb the highest tree with the most precarious looking branches and I'm not always going to be there to hold them steady, but I will damn try to tell them which branch is the strongest and less likely to break
- And lastly that I can be wrong.
Now reading back over this list some seem so insignificant and now I wouldn't want it any different. We change as parents and we adapt and I now cant imagine life any different and I suppose there will come a time when I will have to accept that all these things I now love will change and I will have to begin accepting those changes.
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