Here’s an old gem from the archives. Sometimes i just need the reminder, ya know?
April 29, 2011
Yesterday
Yesterday i had a little munchkin who ate pumpkin soup, green beans, meat and a myriad of other foods.
Today i have a child who will eat 5 things, and a much easier and equally frustrating menu plan.
Yesterday I had quiet bonding mornings with baby to breast.
Today i still miss it.
Yesterday i had a little grub who labeled everything in sight, and never asked a question.
Today i’ve got a kid who actually asks me what i’m doing. constantly.
Yesterday we had playdates and mommy & me and friends at the park
Today, we don’t.
Yesterday, i would watch him spin and shake his head, and worry.
Today i watch him toe-walk and peripherally gaze, and i don’t.
Yesterday i had Yo Gabba Gabba and Thomas
Today i have Thomas, and even more trains.
Yesterday he closed one circle.
Today he can close 5 or more.
Yesterday we had routines.
Today we have routines.
Yesterday i had doubts.
Today, i have doubts.
Yesterday i had meltdowns.
Today i have meltdowns.
Yesterday i had questions.
Today i have questions.
Yesterday, tomorrow made up most of my day.
Today, i put both yesterday and tomorrow aside.
Because, in the end, they don’t matter.
What a nice post and obviously your world, like mine has changed quite a bit over the years. It’s also good to hear that you’ve grown as a parent too. Letting go of unimportant things is a skill that we parents learn over time. And I love Yo Gabba Gabba. That guy is very tall and I’ll still listen to the opening song if i can.
Love.
This post is brilliant, and so very true. I still recall the days when my son would eat a variety of fruits, vegetables, and meats from a jar. I remember when he ate little bites of pizza and drink juices.
Now, he too eats only about five things and drinks about two. He says that a lot of things are “gross.”
I used to worry about the fact that he jumped off of things constantly and seemed so oblivious to the possible dangers. I was concerned that he would get hurt. I soon learned that he would somehow never hit anything, never get hurt. I stopped worrying so much, but some worry still lingers.
I have learned to stop comparing what he used to do, or what other kids are doing, to what he is doing right now. I have learned that there is much to be grateful for right now. It is clear that you have learned the same things.
I love it more than Flan.