“Why would you bring a child in to this scary world?”
I’m sure you are familiar with the above comment, an argument many use as reason to not have children. Before Phoenix was born, I didn’t ask myself that question but as I emerged from the newborn fog (and took a look at the world around me through my newfound mom perspective) I was scared.
I was at work when I first heard about the mass shooting in Las Vegas. Phoenix was safe, but I felt sick to my stomach. All I desperately wanted was to be home, holding Phoenix tight. It was a primal need. The last time I felt that intense need was in the operating room waiting to hold Phoenix for the first time.
Most days I question what I am doing with my life. Am I spending too much time on unimportant tasks? My job isn’t glitzy or bringing in six-figures. I often feel I am not quite home enough to be a stay-at-home-mom or working enough to be a working-mom. I’m straddling both worlds, but not very well.
After taking in all of the tragedies going on around me, I had a revelation. Just as much as one person can cause utter destruction, one person can set off a ripple effect of change and hope.
I am only one mom to one boy, but I am raising a boy who will influence hundreds of people in his lifetime! My boy, our children, will either show others love and acceptance or not. Our children are entering a scary world, but this slight shift in thinking gives me perspective through the mundane moments.
I hope this idea leaves you encouraged and not burdened. For some reason it leaves me invigorated as parenting small children can seem isolating and unimportant.
The daily hugs and lessons we are trying to instill as parents, aunts, uncles, grandparents, teachers and friends matter.
^ Photos from Phoenix’s birthday I forgot to post!