A few weeks ago my mom came to visit for a week. Since she was our first official house guest we were a bit worried about whether we were prepared to host anyone yet. The house was in shambles (I don't even think we had made spare keys yet) and I was still feeling my way around the new kitchen. But if anyone is going to be able to look past the chaos and see the potential for goodness, it's my mom. Her trip was wonderful.
We were fairly housebound (a new baby with no nap schedule will do that to you), but it didn't matter. We still managed to have a lot of fun. Anna adored having all the extra attention that a grandma can provide and I adored having the extra help. I constantly feel like I'm being pulled in 20 different directions and to be able to just have my mom sit and read books to Anna and keep her occupied was such a help. For the first time since Abe was born I actually was able to cook a few meals and get some laundry done without having my blood pressure shoot through the roof. I'm not sure I actually realized how stressed I was until I actually felt a bit less stressed. Just having another person with you for the day makes such a huge difference and I don't just mean the adult conversation. It just feels like you're not fighting the battle alone, like there's another soldier on the frontlines with you, even if the battle just boils down to playing tea with Anna for a few minutes.
My mother also taught Anna a crucial life skill while she was here. One I don't think I could have done properly... you'll just have to see it to understand.
Ladies and gentleman, I present... the Twist.
Chubby Checker would be proud
1 comment:
I'm so glad your mom was able to come! Sounds like it was good thing for everyone's souls. Your mom probably loved it as much as you and Anna did. I'm glad she was able to relieve a little of your stress, too. Mom's are the best!
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