So much of being a parent is learned on the fly, and at first it seemed so easy. All this little bundle of joy did was sleep, eat, and poop. There have been those before me that have spoken of the perils of parenting like it’s the end of the world. Actually, more like there is an eminent threat of a zombie apocalypse, or even like a world without DVR, again (which is more horrifying than anything else I mentioned).
I feel that if I made it through explosive diapers, feedings, and teething that I can make it through anything. Coursing through my veins was a feeling of being an unstoppable and unshakable force! Then he started walking….
The little monster wants to walk EVERYWHERE! There is no end. He wants to walk when I want to rest, when he is sleeping he dreams of walking, and when he is getting his diaper changed he would rather be walking.
This of course becomes a pain. Sometimes I just want to relax, and I often try to negotiate with a toddler to just sit on the floor and play with his toys but most times I reconsider and push through my exhaustion.
Here are some reasons that I try to put my feelings on hold for the sake of my son:
1.) He is excited about being able to even walk at all!
When I am tired this fact is hard to see, but it is absolutely true. The growth of a child to even get to the walking phase is amazing and not all kids, or even adults, get this luxury. So often we take for granted the small things in life and this is one of those times. The way my son’s eyes light up when he is exploring the house is enough to illuminate a small town in East Texas. Who am I to take that away from him?
2.) It is part of is development and my evolution as a parent.
In the world that we live in there are a lot of parents that aren’t afforded the ability to spend time with their children. I could not imagine missing my son’s first steps, hearing him giggle for the first time, or even being able to hold him when he is sweetly sleeping. Being there to hold his hand as he traverses our house is symbolic of the type of father that I need to be throughout his life. Even when I am tired and frustrated, he is still my son and I should be there to guide his way.
3.) There is nothing better that I could be doing with my time.
I mean what else could I really be doing? Sure I could be watching Arrow or Gotham, but is that really better than spending time with a miracle?
Thank you for reading. These are just my thoughts and maybe they mean something to you.