I've been reading
this woman's blog. I like her writing style. And her little kiddo is cute. Plus, she takes great photos. But sometimes, I just want to groan when I read her posts. She must be looking at the world through different colored glasses than I am, because although I love Sam and when she smiles at me, my heart melts, I cannot say that every day is all rainbows and candy for me. Being a parent to Sam is the most challenging thing I've ever attempted. I am not a super patient person, and although I am trying my best, I must admit she tests me sometimes. I get frustrated that she does not understand that a nap when she is way overtired will make her feel better. That scratching at her face and eyes will hurt her. That I am tired too, and wish she would sleep at night :-) I hope that this doesn't make me a bad person, or a bad parent. It just means that sometimes I need to get out and go for a run so that I don't lose it. And this afternoon was one of those times. Ryan is really good at realizing this, so he sent me out the door, and I headed over to the Commons. I figured the woods would protect me a bit from the wind, and besides, I was dying to get out on the trails after having run all my runs last week on the roads, even if it was bound to be messy. And messy it was. Mud, slush, puddles, snow with a few patches of dry ground. What fun! After 50 minutes out in the woods, my shoes squishing as I ran along, slipping and sliding in the mud and slush, I was ready to come home and shower my little girl with kisses and make funny faces at her so that she would smile and laugh. Nothing like a good run to renew one's spirits!
No new photos of Sam today, as she is currently a mess, with scratches on her forehead, eyelids and nose, courtesy of her extra tiny, but extra sharp, nails. Poor little baby! Ryan has taken to calling her Scarface :-)
4 comments:
We have a baby who will turn one next Saturday. We often have to tell ourselves that things are how they are. Them not being how we want them to be is often not within the realm of our control. Babies push our emotion buttons because that is the level they operate on. I can want to run and it's freezing rain, that doesn't push the emotional buttons and I can face it. I try to tell myself that the baby crying or not sleeping is like the weather. And when that doesn't work I go run.
You and Ryan are great parents. Any one who doesn't need a break must be a pod-person! So good that you can run and be refreshed - another testament to running!!
HEHE......wait til you have teenagers.....you might just wish for a baby again. There comes a point ....about 16 or 17 that a child realizes they know everything in the world and are actually suprised as to how much smarter they are than their parents. I remember this well from my teenage years and have seen my children experience the same amazing revelation.....don't worry though.....as the years pile on, we begin to realize how little we actually do know. I have never been so "dumb" and wish I knew what I thought I knew when I was 17.
My point is, you are a doing a fantastic job as parents..don't worry about being honest...it is a great trait.
Thanks for the comments guys! And yes, running definitely keeps me sane. John - I didn't realize you had such a young little one - I guess it didn't come up when we were running the fields at Valerie's - I like your sentiment - if you don't like the weather, just wait a minute and it will change :-) I'll have to remember that one! And Kevin, are you telling me it doesn't get easier as they get older?! :-)
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