Not much…..and that’s the truth.
I was raised intermittently by women who were not my Mother. They were Grandmothers, an Aunt, a few Step-Moms and the Mothers of my friends. So, needless to say, I feel a bit clueless when raising my own girls due to the very inconsistent nature of my upbringing.
I have three daughters.
Jordan, my oldest is intelligent, gorgeous, sensitive, and full of life. She loves to talk to everyone – age, sex, color – it does not matter – 85 or 5, she wants to be your friend. Jordan is resilient, more so than most. In the last year, she’s endured a mother in the hospital for 5 weeks, twin sisters in the NICU for 11 weeks, switching schools FOUR times and still has a smile on her face!
Charlotte…..is the boisterous explorer. She’s now crawling and oh-so-interested in eating shoes and power cords (she’s already ruined my MAC power cord – shh…don’t tell Daddy!). And that fireplace, well, it’s not dangerous ……. it’s mesmerizing and must be crawled to at all costs….. UPS should be arriving with that safety gate any time now.
Charlotte’s voice carries through the room and when she is at her loudest, it often puts Maddie in tears. She’s just not so sure Charlotte isn’t yelling AT her.
Is it wrong that I find this humorous?
Madison….is my sensitive, laid back girl…..except when she’s hungry – then she’s a force to be reckoned with. Madison is at her own pace. She is nearing 12 months old but she has yet to rock on her knees with the intent to crawl to get at anything. She refuses solids except for those puffs and some “real” fruit in one of those mesh-net-teether-thingys. Recently, she’s discovered puffs and chews on them with her four little teeth. As I type, she’s enjoying a Honey Crisp Apple in that mesh-net-teether-thingy.
FINALLY some real food.
The reason for sharing these tidbits about my girls?
To show that each of them is different and their very own little spirit of life.
I am thankful for their unique nature
petrified at the same time.
Why petrified? Because just when I’ve figured out something with one child that works, I’m realizing it’s not necessarily a go-to strategy with the others.
So, most days, I’m just figuring it out as I go.
And some days, I’m a terrible mother (in my mind anyway) and other days, I feel like a Rockstar.
The one thing I do know about Parenting? It’s an imperfect profession. It requires flexibility, sacrifice and selflessness. So, I’m going to cut myself a break when I can, reflect constantly on how I can improve and just give it my best. And when my best isn’t enough…..apologize and admit my faults so my girls can see that we are ALL works in progress.