Ever since Brennan got sick a couple weeks ago, he has been more clingy with me. I know that this is also a developmental stage that begins around seven months, so I'm trying to be patient and remember what it must be like from his perspective.
But my personality rears its ugly head and rebels all too frequently.
It was hard to be gracious and patient with my little one who wanted to be held all the time (by me, not Daddy) when my neck pain wouldn't go away for three days. It was a new kind of challenge to put aside my emotions about Kerry (and concern for Ben) in order to take care of Brennan's daily needs. And now that he's on the move - and quickly gaining speed every day - I'm finding that I get less and less done around the house during the day, much less get to the grocery store!
This morning, Brennan inchwormed from the living room to his nursery, after pulling out DVDs from the entertainment center. He tried to pull himself onto the bottom shelf of his changing table. He pulls out the books on our nightstands. He can reach up to pull things down (like Nich's pants that I had hung to dry). He grabs at the spoon as I'm feeding him.
I caught myself rolling my eyes in impatience during breakfast this morning.
I felt like a terrible mother.
Oh, for increased grace!
But my personality rears its ugly head and rebels all too frequently.
It was hard to be gracious and patient with my little one who wanted to be held all the time (by me, not Daddy) when my neck pain wouldn't go away for three days. It was a new kind of challenge to put aside my emotions about Kerry (and concern for Ben) in order to take care of Brennan's daily needs. And now that he's on the move - and quickly gaining speed every day - I'm finding that I get less and less done around the house during the day, much less get to the grocery store!
This morning, Brennan inchwormed from the living room to his nursery, after pulling out DVDs from the entertainment center. He tried to pull himself onto the bottom shelf of his changing table. He pulls out the books on our nightstands. He can reach up to pull things down (like Nich's pants that I had hung to dry). He grabs at the spoon as I'm feeding him.
I caught myself rolling my eyes in impatience during breakfast this morning.
I felt like a terrible mother.
Oh, for increased grace!
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