Two things especially bother me. First, when people say, “I have this
junk stuff I don’t want, I’m bringing it over.” No. I certainly do not want more stuff, I’m trying to already trying to get rid of everything we have. (Exceptions apply). Second are those e-mails from parenting websites, you know, the your baby this week ones. I might have an issue with people telling me what to do, like how companies tell me that my children should wear clothes that have exploded with butterfly/sparkly/sugar puff/ladybugs and nonsense words OR how it is suggested that I sign my baby up for a tumbling class so she will learn how to walk and fall. Yeah, we can do that home. Is there a class for breathing, because what if we aren’t sure how to do that either.
I will never admit that I know everything, I mean, thank God that I do not, but I am certain that within us is the necessary knowledge and wisdom to raise our children. Like how once we become mothers, we can hear the slightest sound from their room or how we know the difference between a hurt and tired cry or how we can tell when they just need some space and quiet. We have been equipped and if we listen to that gentle voice inside, we know.
This is where things get dangerous, so hold on. There is a great force that launches a full scale assault from the very second you find out you will be a parent. Its sole mission is to make you feel unprepared and incapable of executing the mission before you. From the parenting books that say this is the only way or the other parents who who know everything that ever existed to the doctors appointments and the checklists that can make you feel nervous and totally unable to go on, without a half an hour wait for a ten minute visit. Also, that whole concept of mom guilt, (don’t get me started). And no, they aren’t all bad, but the overwhelming sense is that all these voices are telling us, I have the answers and clearly, you do not.
An empowered person who possesses quiet confidence is a dangerous thing.
When we need help, we should seek wisdom, only fools wouldn’t, but what would happen if we started to believe in ourselves? What if we started to believe that we were created for this (any many other things), created to raise our babies and watch them grow into capable, good hearted, and amazing people. What if we let our voice, the one that comes from our very core be the loudest. We are entrusted with the future, we are watching it unfold each and every day. I wonder if the future would seem less frightening if the voices we heard the most were full of encouraging messages rather than hey, you, you’re doing it all wrong.
Just a few beginning thoughts on this subject, I’d love to hear from you.
But, most of all, I hope you know you’re doing a good job.