Well, I'm back... (Mac and I went to Mexico for 5 days, hee hee...) It was a much-needed, very relaxing mini-vacation. And it put my whole life back into perspective. Lately, I've just been going crazy trying to get some ME-time, without my son screaming his head off and scaring off any prospective sitters (always family members- our fam. is HUUUUUGE, and very close). I'm dividing my time between my perfect first born son, my dear husband, and two foster daughters needing their own love and validation, and I had no idea where to go from there. I was just all mixed up and frustrated, and while I was in Mexico listening to the waves and feeling the wind and watching the sun go down, and I didn't have to BE anywhere or DO anything, but just BE-- I just kind of re-thought what my plan was. My little baby is just that- such a LITTLE BABY. In our society, 18 months of age is, like, OLD, but in my mind my baby is still so needy, YK? I was having these thoughts in the back of my head that he still needs me so much, but at the same time I'm trying to stretch away from him and make him grow up faster than he's ready to because I've been "taught" to think of him as a toddler instead of a baby. It sounds so horrible to admit it, but I was going against my AP instincts to instead go by what society thought of as normal. (Does this make any sense?) "Wean, CIO, get them on their own and out into the world" or someting like that! So, I was thinking I needed to get him to sleep through the night and go to sleep without nursing and basically be able to exist without me, so I can have some time away, when right now my life SHOULD be about him, and I should be here with him, shaping his mind and teaching him, and just watching him grow and ENJOYING him. He's still so little, and so young, and I'll NEVER get this time back, so I have no idea why I was in such a rush... (The baby fever does have a baring on it, but I've relaxed about that, too... It'll happen later in life and if it doesn't, well, life goes on!) My life can still be MY life with Zach in it, even if he's attached to my breast 24/7. I don't care anymore who says what to me about my son being bratty or clingy or needy or spoiled. He's MY baby and I love him and he loves me and the way I parent has been working out just fine for us! (YES, he still very much needs the boob at 18 months, but he also jumps into the pool by himself and he talks to strangers and he's hilarious and charismatic and AWESOME, thank you very much!) I guess it just took a new environment (and a few beers and a conversation with my mama) to put me back in perspective. So, I'm back. I'm me again. And I'm not going to push my baby away and make him grow up any faster than he wants to. He'll only be little once (sniff, sniff) and he's so incredibly beautiful that I just need to ENJOY him to the fullest extent possible, and be thankful that he's here and he's mine...
How ironic that you guys had your own little discussion about all this going on while I was in Mexico finding it out for myself. Our special tribe is bonded closer than we know, it seems...
Hope you had a nice b-day, Heather. Sosticemama, I didn't get to see the pics of your DS. The link didn't work for me for some reason...
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