Seeing the crumbled probiotic wrapper on the counter today made me smile. Not because my husband succumbed to my constant nagging to remember it, but because I realized I didn’t care whether he did or not. He’s the one that got our daughter up and dressed and fed – and shoot – if she goes without probiotic powder for a day, sister will be juuust fine.
Parenting can be the ultimate exercise in teamwork and the ultimate exercise in battling controlling tendencies. “What if he forgets XX?” “What if he doesn’t do XX the way I do?”
Ultimately, you realize it doesn’t matter. That he loves her just as much as you do. And you’re both doing the best you can for the tiny human at all times.
The last year I’ve learned to let go a lot. Of “my way” and “Well I heard that…”
Gosh. How many sentences did I start with, “They say…”
Who are “THEY,” anyway?
I’m getting better at trusting that children are given two parents for a reason, because there’s way, way more than one way to get things done.