Is It Just Me, Or… (Second Edition)

If I drop a pea on the floor and it rolls into the far corner of the kitchen, he will undoubtedly use it to practice his pincer grasp self-feeding motor skills before the day is done. 

If my shoes are on the floor, he is licking the soles. 

If there is a muddy rock on the ground outside, it’s in his mouth before I can say, “Oh Gabriel that’s yuck yuck!!!”

If he spits up while sitting on the floor, he’s rolling in it (while in his second outfit of the day, because he cheerfully peed through the first one, and we have to be somewhere in 10 minutes) before I can get across the room and scoop him up. 

And there are so many more. 

So many little situations and dramas of the day that used to fluster me but, just don’t anymore. I have a “nice try, Trial of Motherhood, but this just isn’t going to get to me” kind of an attitude. And this “roll with the punches” attitude has translated into a more laid-back attitude in other areas of my life. For example, even in conversations and disagreements with my husband, I find that I am not as overly-sensitive as I used to be. 

Is it just me, or is motherhood rapidly helping me become more of the woman I was created to be–and want to be?