This is the first of five posts over the next ten days as part of Momalom’s Five for Ten. Each participant writes about the same topic everyday–today’s topic is about courage! I thought that this would be a fun exercise to get to know other bloggers! If you want, stop by & visit all the participants. I hope you enjoy! I look forward to stopping by each of your blogs & getting to know you as well over the next 10 days!
Once he fell asleep, I decided that I better go to bed as fast as I could because I was suspecting the worst from him in the middle of the night. I washed my face, I brushed my teeth, changed clothes, got into bed, turned out the lights, laid down, closed my eyes….and then BURST INTO TEARS!!!
If you think about it, I have had this child attached to me physically either by umbilical cord or boob for the last 20 months. We have never spent a night apart & now I was having to face the fact that my little baby had yet again taken a huge step from infancy to toddlerhood. (I’m also thoroughly convinced that every single babynapper out there got a memo saying that my child, my beautiful baby boy, was now sleeping away from his
bat, crazy, paranoid mother & it was time to come get him!)
As I lay in bed last night convincing my husband that Lboy was going to be taken from his crib from the phantom babynappers (don’t watch Oprah I blame this fear on her) or that he was going to suffocate in his sleep, I started thinking about all of the other things I’m going to have to let Lboy do–things that will take courage on my part so that he can do them without me hovering over him (more courage than letting him sleep alone.)
Someday, he will learn to run & I will have to watch him fall down, get hurt & teach him to get back up again. Watching my baby cry takes courage. Someday he will have to go to kindergarten & he will be nervous around all those new faces & I will be nervous for him. And I will have to have courage to know that he will be alright & know that it’s best for him.
Someday he will go to college, make mistakes, get his heart broken, choose a degree, graduate, choose a career, choose a wife, make bad & good choices–I will have to have courage to allow him to do those things & hope that by giving him the freedom to make his own choices he will be a better person for it.
For me as
an A-type personality, paranoid, control freak a mom, I’ll have to remember to use courage when raising him & letting go of those mommy reigns. And today, I will use some courage to remember to take it one day at a time & enjoy the fact that he’s still only 11 months old & still likes to play in his Daddy’s baseball caps…