Week 34 - Perspective

Week 34 Picture

Something a little different this week! Kimbre wrote the blog for me while I was in Canada, but didn't tell me about it until I had already posted last weeks blurb. No need to let a good post go to waste, so I'll share it with you all this week instead. (The pictures are still from this week). Enjoy!

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Kimbre's perspective 

So it's my turn to offer my insight on raising Jay 4. I feel more qualified to do this week more than most because Dr. Jay 3 was off in Canada for six days at a conference. (Yes I had to add the Dr. to it. I love bragging on my PhD hubby.) This meant I got 100% of baby Jay duty. One thing that has been weighing on my mind recently is how having a baby really changes your perspective.  I know, I know most of you are probably thinking of course it does. In fact, it was something people had told me all the time. But many things in parenting you just have to figure out on your own.

For example, it's crazy how some things that would have seemed like the end of the world before I had the baby just do not feel that way anymore. Last week this brilliant mother put her nice iPhone 6 on top of her car and drove off. The result? A completely missing cell phone. I can't even find smashed pieces. However, when this was all going down, my sweet baby boy was cooing and giggling in the back seat. I couldn't help but think to myself, "yeah this sucks, but at least my baby is healthy, happy, and safe. Losing a phone really is not THAT big of a deal."

I also used take a large amount of pride in myself leaving the house looking well put together. You know, hair at least combed and a little big of make up on. My goal was to be a few steps above the people you see at Walmart. However, this week, and let's be honest, most weeks lately, my hair has been typically up because Jay 4 will rip it out if he can get his hands on it. My face is lucky if it gets washed at all, let alone foundation and blush. Oh, and the circles under my eyes would scare small children most days. Yet, when I'm out and about, the smiles I get from strangers for my son and the kind comments that they say about him make me feel so proud and beautiful in a way that being "put together" can not.

It is not all good persecutive changes. I've had a very hard time letting go of being selfish and getting to always put my needs first. In many ways I still want the freedom I took for granted when I wasn't a mom. However the joy I see in my sons eyes when I walk into a room or the way I can comfort him when he is upset... well, it changes my perspective.