I always wonder how much other moms worry. Do I worry more? Do I not worry enough? I worry that maybe I need to be doing more for one child, while allowing another to have a little more leeway. I worry about finances. I worry about our career. I tie myself in knots over the little girls’ health. I do this all while panicking over the fact that a new year brings them one year closer to leaving. I worry constantly, and because I’m kind of isolated, I wonder if this is normal. I suppose so. As a parent, what else do we do but raise worry that we’re raising good and happy little people? I think so, but I worry because I’m not sure. It is all going so fast.
I had a baby one minute. I have a pre-teen the next.
2015 will bring another surgery for Dolly, a major remodel on our house to make sure we have enough space for all the children who are growing too fast, and it will be the first time in three years that we are not adopting. I’m not quite sure what to do with myself. I’m sure I’ll find something, but as odd as it sounds, it will be an adjustment. I feel a little sad about that, but happy to have some time to breathe, and happy to have a husband who won’t feel so stressed, pressed and torn as he did in 2014. This year will be about settling in and finding the new normal that Poppy brings.
She is doing beautifully. I need to focus on that, and worry less about how she is adjusting.
I need to take more time to just enjoy the love that these two sweet sisters give out every single day. I’m not big on New Year’s resolutions, but for 2015, I think I’m going to resolve to worry less, and enjoy more.
–FullPlateMom, who will do her very best, and try not to worry if it doesn’t go quite the way she planned.