ExpectationsPosted: September 16, 2015
Much of new motherhood is about changing expectations. How I envisioned my days with a baby often vastly differ from the reality. For example, I thought my darling child would peacefully drift off to sleep as I rocked and nursed her. In reality, Babykins only fell asleep if I bounced her long enough to get her into a deep sleep. Or how I envisioned calmly going about my errands with my sweet baby in tow, instead I raced through one store before Babykins completely lost her cool.
Not all of the changed expectations are bad, but takes time to learn this new way of life. Any first time mother can attest to how hard that can be. However, there are brief moments when the life I envisioned with Babykins bursts into reality, easing the burden of the more difficult times.
This happened a few days ago. We a brief spell of cool autumn weather. Warm sunshine made the cold seem cozy and a dried leaves skittered across the lawn. And there was Babykins, crawling through the grass and enjoying the fall day. I sat on the step to the front door and watched her happy exploration as I sipped my afternoon cup of coffee. She studied a leaf here, paused to listen to the wind there, and looked back with a grin to make sure I was still with her.
That moment was a snapshot of what I envisioned a year ago. Expectation met.
Correction: Expectation nearly met. I forgot to account for the fact that the scene was often interrupted with me crying out, “Babykins, don’t put that in your mouth! Icky!” Oh well, nothing is perfect.