Tuesday, July 16, 2013

It's Worth It

Parenting. Dear Lord, does it get tough. Just when you think you have it figured out, reality smacks you in the face with a Chuck truck and you are reminded of one simple fact: a diaper wearing, ball licking, slobbery eight and half month controls you. No two ways about it.

Let me say - Connor is a good baby. He is. For those of you who see Connor, you know that when I say he is the happiest, smiliest, most friendliest baby ever it's 100% true. He loves everyone and the feeling is mutual. Seriously. Going to the grocery store is a task. I can't tell you the last time I was able to make it through Target without having 5 different people stop and talk to us, mostly Connor. I post lots of photos on Facebook and Instagram of him smiling, laughing and clapping and that is the real Connor. He is darn near perfect. And we are blessed.

But like all parents, we know that for every part cute and fun, there are equal parts tantrums, tears and moments when I am at my whits end. Connor has recently decided to wake up every night for the past week in a half, ready to play at 4 a.m. In case you didn't know, Momma ain't down with that. I am trying to incorporate Stage 3 foods into his diet, which has gone over like a lead balloon, covered in said Stage 3 foods. C has mastered the art of crawling and standing, which leaves me in constant wonder of when he is going to hurt himself again. And changing his clothes and diapers? It's like wrestling a 20 pound monkey covered in baby oil.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that sometimes I do feel frustrated. I get flustered. Things aren't going as planned for this planning Momma. Sometimes this house is a complete disaster, laundry is piling up with no end in sight, dinner gets burnt, my husband comes home later from work than expected and dinner then gets a little cold and I'm so tired, I wonder how I'm going to keep pushing through until nap or bed time, but I DON'T CARE.

Life is what I make it, and the little hiccups in life are not even close to worth fretting over or comparing myself to others wondering if their life is more glamorous. More perfect. More put together.

I get now why, when I call my mom saying, "What do I do?" she says she can't remember us ever going through these things. All she remembers is the good times. At first I thought she'd lost it, but now I get it. Now, I don't give a crap about keeping up with the Jones'...I've got too many Coxes to take care of...too many Coxes moments to savor...too many Coxes mishaps to look back on and laugh at later when this house isn't quite so chaotic. Isn't quite so fun. Isn't quite so NOW.

I, too, struggle along with every other mother. But when I'm laying in bed at the end of a long day filled with tears, screams and clothes covered in slobber, formula and baby food, I know one thing. It's all worth it.

2 comments:

  1. Great post! I've already forgotten some of the harder moments of when Hunter was a little baby. Mom-nesia is a great thing.

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  2. Amen to it all!
    There are so many days I wonder "how the hell did I just survive that?" And then I wake up the next day and can't believe how blessed I am to have such an awesome little boy.
    And, my mom is the same way... Never remembers us "going through that." Really?! Maybe that amnesia is what gives us the strength and ability to want more than one. :)

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