1. I am calmer. That is, I am calmer about things that aren't critical. I've been through hell, so I'm not going to get that upset over spilled milk or a diaper blowout in the car. Maybe I'm even more fun, because these days with Ginny seems so precious and unlikely and sweet and nostalgic, even as they are happening.
2. I am WAY more paranoid. No scary possibility feels impossible. Ginny always has one, but often two, breathing monitors at night (the Snuza on her diaper and the Angel Care pad under her mattress). She has all of her immunizations. We take car seat safety seriously in this house. When a dangerously bad stomach bug was going around town, we stopped going to play groups for a few weeks. I've already been reading up on safety education for kids. The list goes on...
And so here I am, a strange contradiction: calmer yet paranoid. Enjoy the bigger picture perspective on life, and embrace the paranoia as well, I say. Ginny will be blessed with a mom who lets her make a mess and skin her knees and dress herself in mismatched clothes, but keeps her in a leash in crowds until she's 13. I'm not entirely kidding. Can you microchip children, like we did for our dog?
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| Just chill out, mommy. |
