My motherhood as of late can be summed up by a recent status update I posted to Facebook: My current parenting philosophy has devolved from ‘best practices’ to ‘let’s just survive the next three weeks.’
“Amen,” a new-mom friend replied. “Nine months in and I’m already on ‘One day at a time.’ ”
It’s a good lesson for all us moms, whether dealing with the day-to-day struggles of keeping a little human being alive and thriving, or those times when life throws us curveballs. Lately, my family has been trying to stay standing in the batter’s box.
Our wonderful daycare provider is pregnant with twins and due in May. I’d been working on finding new daycare for Eve beginning in April, and had best-case and probable options worked out. Then our provider was put on modified bed rest, and her daycare had to close three weeks sooner than expected. It was a worst-case scenario none of us were prepared for, and I suddenly needed to develop plans C, D and E.
We were facing three weeks without constant care, a stretch of time that also included a combined five doctor appointments for me and Eve, a shaggy dog in need of a haircut and vet visit for a bladder infection, and a certain 3-year-old’s birthday party. Oh, and have I mentioned my husband is an accountant in the midst of busy season, putting in 60-hour weeks?
(Insert heavy sigh here.)
I don’t mean to sound like a pity party. Really, it’s just … life. Life happens, more intensely at times. You make it work. You survive. My friend Jenny’s favorite phrase is “This too shall pass.” It’s served her well raising two kids less than two years apart in age. I’ve been repeating it lately.
We’re down to three doctor appointments now. And we’ve worked out childcare for the next three weeks. It involves more transitions than I’d ideally like Eve to experience, but she’ll survive. And so will I. That’s all the matters in the end.
One day at a time. This too shall pass.