With Arms Wide Open

The wait is only starting. As the time is slowly passing by. 4 weeks until we see this little human. That kicks and punches and grows inside me. Some days are better than others. A bad day is walking through Aldi doing your normal weekly shop and suddenly your leg gives way with a screeching pinched nerve forcing you to crouch in a position that could only look bad for a heavily pregnant lady. You’re not in labour. But everyone who saw you most definitely thinks you are. It goes away and you finish the shopping as quickly as you can, purposefully not grabbing the things you wanted just to avoid other inhabitants. A good day is not peeing your pants. Or having your two year old poo her toilet training pants that leak onto white carpet just because you had to have a shower or put the clothes on the line for 5 minutes. A good day is really nonexistent in this household. I bet non-parents wonder why on earth we go through so much pain, put our bodies in absolute indescribable agony, to never completely recover from child birth and deal with the poo, vomit, screams, tantrums, mess, anti-social life, smelly cars, stains, and 1001 more reasons AND we are ridiculous to do it all again. Sometimes 2 or 5 or 10 times over. Why are we so stupid and silly to get ourselves into a situation that was terrible in the first place? It may sound cliché but it’s true, I just look at my wonderful baby that me and my hubby created and actually can’t wait to have another one just like her. 4 weeks. Okay, maybe I can wait. They change your life completely. But once they are in your arms you never want to let them go. And you should never let them separate from your heart. People go through some unfortunate events and only those people would ever understand. If you are a parent you must cherish your children as beautiful blessings because no matter how mad you get at them, or how tough it is to scrub permanent marker out of walls, or how frustrating it is when they cry if they want to ride a horse then cry when they get on the horse, no matter how much they don’t listen to you they are still a blessing. I’ve learnt to breathe through the pain and frustration. Yeah, It’s not easy but teaching yourself to love their mistakes and their bad moods brings even more happiness when they do something right. When they lift their heads, start to crawl, begin to walk, when they say ‘Mumma’ & ‘Dadda’, when they can feed themselves, when they can kick a ball, when they say “I Lubboo”, when they hug you for no apparent reason other than because you love them back. It’s these moments that we need to remember why we do it more than once. My experience has been a whirlwind journey and I have a feeling it’s not going to slow down quite just yet. But I accept and am ready as I ever will. My song of the day is With Arms Wide Open by Creed. It’s a beautiful song accepting the life that has been created and acknowledging the responsibilities that comes with parenthood. 

Song of the day - With Arms Wide Open by Creed.