As mums, it’s our job to teach our little ones about the world. We’re their providers, protectors, carers and educators. We teach them their ABCs, their hand eye coordination, their first words and how to behave. We’re meant to be their fountain of knowledge.
But I have a confession to make – I don’t know sh*t. I’m winging this. And the majority of the time, I feel like my little guy is the one doing the teaching.
I once heard the saying “I gave them life, they taught me the meaning of it” and it’s so true. I am definitely the one being schooled.
As I’m sure many mums would agree, I am frequently astounded by how much being my little boy’s mum has taught me about life and about myself, such as:
I’m learning to enjoy the little things. All that material ‘stuff’ I used to jam pack my life with just doesn’t matter. I can be happy spending an entire day with my son and no one or nothing else. Just us, a walk or two, smiles and giggles, me trying to do funny voices to him when reading stories and that’s it. Oh, but I do need to at least head out to grab a coffee – that’s a non negotiable!
2. Unselfish love.
No, the world does NOT revolve around me. Not that it ever did, but I’m sure that, pre-motherhood, I sometimes acted like it. Now, I would put his needs before my own every single time. Just yesterday I bought him clothes when I haven’t bought any for myself in weeks, and that really hurt! No, in all seriousness, I would throw myself into oncoming traffic if it meant he didn’t get hurt.
3. Goodbye order.
I used to love being in control and having everything planned. It’s taken me over a year of motherhood to relinquish that control and realise sometimes you need to just go with the flow. Life just isn’t meant to be perfect and orderly. Sh*t happens, literally, and you just have to roll with it.