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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor

 

My one brave thing this week was bringing the Nugg to the park for a picnic. I was here all of ten minutes before I remembered I hate bugs and nature and shit. But the noodle seems to be enjoying himself…

My one brave thing this week was bringing the Nugg to the park for a picnic. I was here all of ten minutes before I remembered I hate bugs and nature and shit. But the noodle seems to be enjoying himself…

One brave thing. I’ve decided to do one new brave thing a week with my baby. I wanted to do one brave thing a day, but the truth is, being brave is exhausting. Being brave sends me sailing toward anxiety in no time flat. So I decided not to push it. Being a mom is hard. Being a stay-at-home mom with a new baby is insanity inducing. You’re alone with this little person who expects you to drop everything and focus on them ALL DAY LONG! They don’t care that you have to pee, they want to be held. They don’t care that you put yourself through 8 years of post-graduate schooling, they’re not going to hold up their end of the conversation. They don’t care that you read James Joyce in your spare time, they’re going to screech and kick at you halfway through your heartfelt reading of “The Runaway Bunny”. Is it worth it, giving up everything I worked for? Absolutely. I’d do it again and again and never regret it. But that doesn’t mean every day is easy and fun. Every day is new. Every day is the same, but different. Every day is a chance to prove to myself that I can do this. That I can take this plunge and do something new. That I can be brave. This week’s one brave thing was figuring out the baby carrier, but I’m going for the bonus round and leaving the house with him in it. I’m just going downstairs to check the mail. But it’s something.

One brave thing.

I’ve decided to do one new brave thing a week with my baby. I wanted to do one brave thing a day, but the truth is, being brave is exhausting. Being brave sends me sailing toward anxiety in no time flat. So I decided not to push it.

Being a mom is hard. Being a stay-at-home mom with a new baby is insanity inducing. You’re alone with this little person who expects you to drop everything and focus on them ALL DAY LONG! They don’t care that you have to pee, they want to be held. They don’t care that you put yourself through 8 years of post-graduate schooling, they’re not going to hold up their end of the conversation. They don’t care that you read James Joyce in your spare time, they’re going to screech and kick at you halfway through your heartfelt reading of “The Runaway Bunny”.

Is it worth it, giving up everything I worked for? Absolutely. I’d do it again and again and never regret it. But that doesn’t mean every day is easy and fun. Every day is new. Every day is the same, but different. Every day is a chance to prove to myself that I can do this. That I can take this plunge and do something new. That I can be brave. This week’s one brave thing was figuring out the baby carrier, but I’m going for the bonus round and leaving the house with him in it. I’m just going downstairs to check the mail. But it’s something.