I am a worrier. Mommihood has brought that out in me full force. I have an anxiety spike with most fits, missed meals, coughs, etc. I can quickly put things into perspective (most of the time) but never-the-less, small things evoke big reactions in the pit of my stomach. I am pretty sure it is shaving years off my life.
On the other hand, I enjoy the little things. I used to get so wrapped up in where we were going, how we were going to get there, what to wear, how to act, etc that I didn’t stop and enjoy the journey. Now, I find myself drinking up the small moments that make my heart flutter. The baby reaching out for me. Sudden smiles. Laughs at me acting goofy. Listening to him talk to his dad. The list goes on and on.
I’m not in as much of a hurry these days (which is good because, most of the time, all the details of childcare prohibit it). I’m in the moment. I’m blessed.
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