Six months ago a little bundle of joy and chaos entered my life. Nothing has been the same since. I used to think that I didn’t have enough time to get things done. My perspective has since changed. Because my son, Taliesin, has needs and wants that cannot be scheduled, I have been forced to find time for simple things like making myself dinner when my husband is at work.
By doing this, however, I have found new joys. I turn making dinner into a cooking show for babies. An unexpected need for a diaper change turns into a commercial break.
The time is there. It is how we use it and whether or not we let ourselves get flustered by the unexpected that makes a difference, in my opinion.
One Reply to “On Being a Mother”
So is it like a Benny Hanna show or something?