The other day I was on Facebook and laughed maybe a little to hard at something I read, it was “Well-behaved firstborn gave me the confidence to be a good mom. My wild child second kid taught me to not judge other mothers.” Ooh so true and funny, as a mom of a very well-behaved first-born daughter and a very lively second born son. I read that and thought no truer words were ever written.
I was able to breathe, take breaks look nice and stay clean with my daughter, in fact I would look at other moms and wonder why they looked so exhausted. I felt like I had what it took to be a mom.
Then along came my son, everything was different. From pregnancy, birth and to now. Just how simple and easy my daughter was that is how challenging it was/is with my son. I can remember like it was yesterday the sheer and utter exhaustion I felt at just a week after I had him. I felt such a kindred spirit with those other moms. In the store we would give a knowing nod of “you got this” or “I feel your pain”. I now had such compassion for those other moms because I was now one of the walking dead. It was about a year after my son was born I finally was able to have both legs shaved at once. Things did get some easier but I learned never to judge another so harshly. You never know what someone is dealing with or the shoes they are walking in, and yes I did leave the house in unmatched shoes and one time instead of scrub bottoms my pajama bottoms but I found kindness and laughter I never knew.
My son turned my easygoing world upside down but I wouldn’t have it any other way. The joy, laughter and his energy is captivating. He has charisma that over flows from him. To an extent I have my son to thank that I am a better, definitely kinder, non judging person.
Ephesians 4:32
Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.
1 Peter 3:8
Finally, all of you, have unity of mind, sympathy, brotherly love, a tender heart, and a humble mind.
This picture from my daughter’s wedding says it all, I don’t even need to point out which one my son is.
Yes all you have said is very true. I, being your mother can attest to the fact that the first born had an easy way with her. Your sister never did have the “terrible twos” as we called them. However you my daughter had more spunk than I knew what to do with at times. I love you so very much. You taught me and are still teaching me and reminding me of the wonder and joy of motherhood.
Aww, thanks Mom. I love to too.