“Slow down you crazy child
You’re so ambitious for a juvenile
But then if you’re so smart tell me,
Why are you still so afraid?
Where’s the fire, what’s the hurry about?
You better cool it off before you burn it out
You got so much to do and only
So many hours in a day.” ~Billy Joel
It’s been almost a week since baby #3 has joined our chaotic family. I should probably stop calling her baby #3. Her name is Charlotte Emerson and she was born on Tuesday. I won’t bore you with the baby stuff (like I’m sure I’ve bored almost every single person on Facebook and Instagram) but I will say that she is completely perfect in every way.
While I’ve been on maternity leave since April 2, this kids and pretty much every one I know was on Spring Break last week so it really didn’t hit me until this morning when I had to get up and feed and dress people with the timed deadline of school. Even though everyone slept in later than normal (even
the baby Charlotte) we managed to get showered, dressed, fed, and out the door on time and I was able to spend the next few hours completing some random housework, holding Charlotte, and flipping through Netflix unencumbered buy anyone or anything.
I realize it’s only day 1. I realize Charlotte has only been with us for less than a week. But honestly, things are working out better than they were before. I’m trying to figure out if motherhood just agrees with me more, or if it is, in fact, simply maternity leave and time off from a very stressful job that has changed me so completely in just a few short days.
Last night Mike took Charlotte to visit with his parents. I cleaned the main level of the house, made dinner for the boys, and then went outside to enjoy the beautiful weather. After having baby #3 six days ago I’ve never felt more sore, more tired, and more poor in my life. I’ve also never felt happier, more relaxed and more in love with my life. I haven’t been short tempered, or depressed, or annoyed with anything. It made me realize just how much having to go to my job (not work in particular, specifically my job) affects my happiness.
I have 7 weeks off (plus all of summer vacation) to do some real soul searching and think about the direction that my life is heading. The last 10 months of pregnancy were hard on me and I am sure they were hard on my family. I was a pretty miserable person and, in turn, am pretty sure I made them miserable too.
I have this time now, though, without the stressors of work, to get myself together. I keep thinking of it as having a chance to reinvent myself, to become who I really want to become. But I don’t think that’s what I’m really aiming for. Reinvention consists of the idea of remaking or making over. I feel more that I now have the time to focus on becoming the absolute best version of myself. For me, For my friends. And for my family.
I need to slow down more, have more patience, see past faults, be more understanding, be less frustrated, and a myriad of other things. I always felt that what I really needed to discover myself and work towards a better me was time and that’s actually the one thing I have in droves right now. Time.
I raise my glass to toast to the future. To toast to time. To toast to becoming the person I want to be…the person I know I can be. I toast to becoming the best version of me.