Wow. My husband and I have talked and talked for years now about the kind of parents that we want to be (and hoped to be). At the top of the list was always Patient. I feel like one of the greatest things you can be as a parent is patient. But oh my stars if that isn't the toughest thing in the world when you've been awake every two hours for weeks to feed a baby who just might suck the sore, red, throbbing nipples right off your body and who just peed all over you, the changer, the floor and somehow the wall and is now screaming because you have to change his onesie and wipe everything down with a wipey because there is no way you can possible stand to bathe him again right now. Let's not mention the boob infection he gave me that put me back in the hospital or the stitches that haven't fully healed.
Ahh yes. It's moments like these. Moments when my teeth clinch and the anger rises and I just want to start screaming myself that I remember to take a deep, full, cleansing yoga breath. I haven't started my daily yoga practice again yet. Don't judge, newborns are SO time consuming and I can barely keep up with my business at all, and don't even image what my house looks like. But my past with yoga, meditation and study of Eastern philosophy has surly made me a better parent than I would have been otherwise.
Patience was not a characteristic that I was gifted with naturally. It's something I have worked very hard to understand and gain for myself. I'm proud of me today. And so so so thankful for yoga!
~Suddenly my number one goal in life is to feed my little one so much that he passes out for as long as possible in a milk coma~