– Debbie Johnson God has a great way to change the heart and mind of new moms. For instance, there is that nine months of “expecting” before you get a newborn. A transformation happens. A developmental phase if you will. You begin as carefree, then before you know it, your thoughts are consumed by the upcoming arrival of the baby growing in your body. As an expectant mother, I remember emotions like excitement, wonder, and an overwhelming fear of not being enough. There seemed to be an endless number of things to teach this little person. The fear of inadequacy never ends for us momma’s. From the time a new mother feels the first movement in her belly, a bond is made that will last two lifetimes and life is measured by lessons being taught.
Just as our children progress through the many developmental stages, so do the parents. We have to learn to parent this child as he/she changes. We must allow for growth, successes and failures. I hated seeing my children fall down as they began to walk. My husband once asked if we should get knee pads for them to wear when they were crawling. He didn’t want their knees to get all scraped up. I poo-pooed his idea, but it made my heart happy that he was looking after his babies!
Our kids grow and mature through the years, and we all do the best we can. One of my girlfriends made the comment that nothing gets you ready for taking care of teens. There is no 9 months of miracles. One day they are sweet little children, the next they are mouthy, smelly, hormonal teens. The challenges they bring us sometimes even seem insurmountable. Each phase comes a whopping sensation of fear and worry. Thankfully, each time our kids master the necessary stages, we get to also take a breath. We can watch as they begin to take the steps without us. Instead of the knee pads that my husband once wanted, I wonder what we can get to protect them at this stage? My teens think that we have too many rules. I prefer the word expectations. What helps our family is frequent and fervent prayer. I’m telling you, I never knew what fervent prayer was until my kids turned into teens! I also didn’t know the pride of a job well done until I watched them doing something independently. They drive us crazy, but watching them succeed makes it all worthwhile.
Debbie lives and works in a suburb north of Atlanta. She enjoys her family, her dog Rascal, friends, volunteering, and reading. Debbie writes about her Southern upbringing, her parenting journey, the importance of girlfriends, menopause, and just about anything else that makes her laugh. You can read her work on HippieChickChronicles.com and EyeRollDiaries.com.