Before I had my first child 4 months ago, I thought I knew myself pretty well. Come to find out I was wrong. Over the past few months my son has taught me so much that I would have never imagined. I will be forever grateful for the lessons he will teach me along our journey as mother and son
It is okay to say NO!
I have always been a yes kind of girl. Yes to taking on extra tasks at work. Yes to being the one who picks up the tab. Yes to anything anyone ever asked of me. I was never a fan of the word no. I thought no = weakness. If I were to say no that meant I couldn't, and I always had to be the person that could. Since the arrival of my son also came the arrival of the word no. I have learned it is not a negative word, but a strong word. I have learned to say no to visitors while my baby naps. I have learned to say no to strangers who want to hold my baby. And I have learned to say no to myself when I need to just sit and relax. NO has become my new favorite word!
I can look presentable and unshowered!
I ALWAYS had to shower every day. Sometimes I would even shower twice a day. Before my son was born I was trying to strategically plan how I would work in my daily shower around my baby's schedule (since he would nap like clockwork...HA!). Well, it didn't work out as planned (shocker!). I am lucky if I get a shower in every other day, and even at that they are a mere 5 minutes long and I have to drag him into the bathroom with me. So I have had to manage to look presentable without a shower. I am now the master at the "messy bun" and I can rock yoga pants with a cute top better then most. Jeans? What are those!? Make-up? Oh yeah it's leftover from three days ago. So thank you son for showing me that greasy can be pretty!
There is still a kid in me.
Not literally because he oh so painfully came out almost 5 months ago, but I have found my inner-child. I look forward every day to playing with his toys (and of course him) and it get giddy going to the store and roaming the kid isles looking for the latest and greatest toy. Even though he isn't so much into "playing" my husband and I scour the internet looking for Lincoln Logs and all sorts of treasures that we can play with!
NOTHING grosses me out
I used to be grossed out by boogers and phlegm...bad! Working in schools for years I used to gag at the sight of snot. Whelp, not anymore! My son is the drooliest child I have EVER seen! But to me it is so freakin' adorable. He has drooled in my mouth (I was laying on the floor holding him up, and the drool dripped into my open mouth), I have picked his boogers with my pinkie and I have been sprayed with projectile poop. Nothing fazes me anymore, and nothing can turn my stomach. Thanks kid!