Eating Crow

The other day my husband and I had an epiphany.  We were SUPER annoying one-child parents.  I'm pretty sure we thought we had the whole parenting situation figured out.  My sisters must have wanted to throat-punch me on more than one occasion.  I have spent the last 30 minutes sending apology emails to people who I likely offended when we just had Jude.

We had no clue what it was like raising more than one kid. How dynamics change and what you do to get by at times.  We knew what we were going for as parents, and by golly, everyone else should be on the same page as us. I don't think we ever thought of it that way or meant to be rude, it just seems that way now, looking back.   Little did we know that the addition of #2 and #3 changes everything.  Looking back, people with multiple kids probably just laughed at our antics and said things like, "just wait until they have more."  It all sort of goes back to that not so quick to judge post I wrote a while back.

Here are a few things I've learned about being a parent..

1. It's humbling
2. Most of the time things don't work out the way I plan
3. It's hard
4. Still the best job ever!

A few more things I've learned...Eat crow and humble pie and be thankful for friends and family who loved me through my annoyingness.  Surely they see I just wanted to be the best mom I could be. I still don't have a clue what I'm doing, but I've found that a lot of prayer and a lot of patience helps, a LOT!

I also love this post by Ashley Ann. I have read it over and over.  This is what I desire in friendships. I want to be the kind of friend that I desire in a friend.

Then I read this post and it made me cry.  I've made great strides at appreciating the little moments of the day to day, but this hits the nail on the head for me, and this is my prayer for my home.  Don't let me miss out on the mundane, Lord! Help me to de-clutter my life, prioritize better and not get so busy that my kids end up playing second fiddle.  Amen.

I'm so very thankful for these moments of clarity in my life.  That Dallas and I can sit back and realize how silly we were at times.  That neither of us are too stubborn in our ways to think we still have it all figured out, or that we ever did.

As long as all of these little squishy faces think we have it figured out, we'll be just fine;).