Genivieve was a dream baby. Great sleeper, didn't really cry and when she did it was more of a whimper. She really was an all around joy to mother. Then she turned 20 months and I am constantly taking a deep breath, saying a silent prayer and just trying to muster the patience to deal with each meltdown. I was to be a loving, yet firm parent and enjoy this time, but that is becoming increasingly more difficult. I have never experienced this terrible two stage for this extended amount of time, but when our little girl starts something boy does she commit to it! This was the part I feared most about motherehood from being a nanny, I don't get to leave at the end of the day!
I know this is a phase and perhaps it is my added pregnancy hormones but sometimes I break down too, its hard to deal with melt-downs over every.single.thing! But a good cry cleanses the soul. I am so exhausted at the end of every day. I love being a mother, I love being Genivieve's mother, but most days I have to remind myself of that a thousand times a day.
So when Brent is home on the weekends I declare myself off-duty! Last Saturday I decided I needed to get a new hobby, one that would require my brain to focus, something that would keep my hands and head busy. I needed a release and some good craft therapy. So I called the most positive person I know, my mother, and headed to the fabric store. She taught me how to sew, again and this time I succeeded! I now know why so many mothers sew!
Sweet girl, come back to me, I miss you! Until then I'll be at my parents sewing!