I spent most of yesterday with a good friend and her son who is 4 weeks old today and I realised something about myself…
There have been times in my little boy’s life when I have been so busy worrying about what I was doing ‘right’ that I haven’t stopped to enjoy those special moments.
My friend and I decided to visit my mum yesterday for a change of scenery (we all know how much we need that in those first few weeks!) and while we were sitting in the conservatory it started to pour with rain. I watched with joy as this new born baby marvelled at the noise and the excitement of such a new experience. My mum piped up ‘oh Rudy used to love that too’ …….. I thought did he ?
I realised that yes, she was right, he did used to love it. Only instead of being fascinated by his little face learning something new, I had missed it and instead was probably bombarding my mum with the following questions….
*Do you think he looks tired?
*Should I try to put him down?
*Do you think I should make him wait for his next feed or feed him now?
*Do you think it’s wrong that he sleeps in bed with us?
………you get the picture!
And so now I realise that my mum has enjoyed and stored those memories for me because I was too busy worrying and trying to do the ‘right’ thing. I won’t be doing that anymore!