Monday, April 11, 2016

Take It One Day At A Time

This post was originally published on March 14th over at Work it Mommy as part of of Whitney's The Mommylogues Series. Because I enjoyed writing the piece, one that I think many of you can relate to, I thought I'd share it with you again today.

I blog about everything. Really. Kids, food, books, favorite products, all things holiday and so much more. WMM is very much our son's baby book and because of that, I keep things open and honest. I share the good and the bad. But what I want to share with you today is how as a first time parent, I've learned that to succeed in this journey, you need to take it one day at a time.


I can hardly remember the first days as a mother. I have fuzzy memories of the early days - Connor sleeping on my chest, staying home, safe and warm, learning as we went, thinking our only child would stay little forever. I never imagined 3 years would fly by as fast as they have. As we moved out of the honeymoon parenting stage, I was shocked to discovered that parenting wasn't always as safe and warm as I remembered it to be. No, it's usually anything but. Curve balls are thrown, germs are shared, teething begins, sickness takes hold, personality forms, sass is a daily battle.

I've often wondered how we would ever get through the day. You know that golden hour that your husband walks through the day and your shift as a SAHM is over because know you have help! Connor wasn't a graceful teether and has been sick a lot thanks to some killer allergies. I recall a moment when I asked God to just get me to bedtime. Get us through the mess and let bedtime come and give us both (Connor and I) the break we need. It was then that I realize that parenting is as simple as this... surviving one day at a time.

I often joke that as long as we all go to bed at night, safe and sound, then it's been a successful day. We are in the middle of year 3 and while it's not been total madness there are moments when I tell myself "tomorrow will be better". Tomorrow we will start fresh and new and today will be a memory of what we survived. Because sometimes that's all you can do, survive. Now don't think I've been tortured with my motherhood. No, I've been blessed. I've been challenged and loved and pushed and made to grow and bend and flex. Connor has made me the person I was meant to be, even if it's been a bit messy at times. But I got here by taking it one day at a time.

So as we raise Connor, my husband and I repeat this one mantra over and over again: Take It One Day At A Time. We have to remind ourselves that as adults we are still learning and so is our son. We are learning to enjoy life together, to embrace the teachable moments and to pray through the tantrums. We don't know what the next day holds but as long as we get through today, then we know that we've survived another and before you know it, we've had a great week then a month and now almost 3 and a half years. Every one has survived, everyone is still thriving.

So dear new parents or parents who are in the (terrible, ugly, no good) thick of it, just tackle today. Survive today and go to sleep tonight knowing tomorrow can and will be a better day. Hugs!

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