April has been a good month. The sun has come out, the birds are chirping, & my little boy turned two. Two years old was definitely a turning point for me with my first son, & the same seems to be holding true for my second. I am finally getting glimpses of my old self, my happier self, my less snippy self, the self that I enjoy being around. I am reconnecting with my older son again, & I reconnecting with my husband.
Last night I said to my husband that I think we had talked & joked more that week than we had in months (& probably more accurately – two years).
So I am writing this to encourage other moms that it does eventually get easier…
Bedtimes will get figured out.
Breastfeeding will end.
Independent play will happen.
Self feeding will happen.
New routines are formed.
Everyone adjusts to the new normal, & for us it seems to take about two years. Not 3 months or 6 months… two years.
Give yourself the time to adjust, forgive yourself for not being the person you envisioned, & look forward to the day when the fog clears.