I was watching a new show the other day and thought it was pretty funny. She has a voice over about what she is thinking in her head while she is engaging in the rest of the world. She made a pretty insightful conclusion. She was talking about how in high school you cannot wait to grow up and get rid of the anxiety and feeling stupid (self conscious). But once you are grown up, you still have all those feelings and even more anxiety and feeling stupid for actually having those feelings.
Oiy. My dad used to tell us ALL THE TIME! The only thing harder than growing up is being grown up. Boy is he right.
There are 12,000 things I think about, almost simultaneously. I know I should let it rest and not worry, but that is so much easier said than done.
Today at church we sang one of my fav songs "all I have is yours". That is what I want to be able to pledge, but fall short so many times.
I know I can only do what I can do. The serenity prayer is comforting to me, try to change the things I can change! I know life is about to change in such a huge way, but I am excited to see where it goes. I know there is a purpose for everything and I can't wait to find it.
I'm so very thankful for my support system and all my great family and friends! I really would be certifiable without you!
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Saturday, October 6, 2012
my perfect baby
Today has been a fun filled adventure. First, Halaina ended up in our bed and Rick in her bed for half the night. That was not wonderful. Then she was up and running around, knocking things around. When we got up, it was potty training time!!! She has done great so far.
Now, she is in the backyard with her wonderful daddy raking leaves. We are trying to do things with her to help foster learning, fine and gross motor skills are the focus today.
I know I have written about it before, but mothers really do compare their children to each other. Even if they do not mean to, or say they don't care, it nags at us. I read a Facebook status this morning about my friend's 20 month old (2 months older than H) who can count to 10 and point out all the letters of the alphebet. I started thinking of H...she can count to 3 and yep, that's about it. I know H is good at other things, but I still compare her to kids and think I am failing.
I took her to her 18 month well baby appointment and she is pretty on target (even if I embelished just a little on her accomplishments). I have noticed she has learned so much more since she transitioned to the 18-36 month room at daycare. That was a good move for her.
There are so many people how have children with illnesses and other type problems. I feel it is important for us to remember that we are blessed with healthy children, even if they develope differently. I know that H is a crockpot, not a microwave, so I should not be suprised when it takes her a little longer to commit to something.
The bottomline is that she is my baby and I love her:)
Now, she is in the backyard with her wonderful daddy raking leaves. We are trying to do things with her to help foster learning, fine and gross motor skills are the focus today.
I know I have written about it before, but mothers really do compare their children to each other. Even if they do not mean to, or say they don't care, it nags at us. I read a Facebook status this morning about my friend's 20 month old (2 months older than H) who can count to 10 and point out all the letters of the alphebet. I started thinking of H...she can count to 3 and yep, that's about it. I know H is good at other things, but I still compare her to kids and think I am failing.
I took her to her 18 month well baby appointment and she is pretty on target (even if I embelished just a little on her accomplishments). I have noticed she has learned so much more since she transitioned to the 18-36 month room at daycare. That was a good move for her.
There are so many people how have children with illnesses and other type problems. I feel it is important for us to remember that we are blessed with healthy children, even if they develope differently. I know that H is a crockpot, not a microwave, so I should not be suprised when it takes her a little longer to commit to something.
The bottomline is that she is my baby and I love her:)
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