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How Raising a Determined Boy Helped Me Mature
I’ve always been a late bloomer and a reformed people-pleaser, but the moment I became a parent, I knew it was time to step up my game.
My entry into motherhood was far from smooth. I’ll never forget the moment my son made his grand debut—after two hours of pushing, it was clear he was determined to make his way out, even if it meant re-breaking my tailbone, which had been an issue since a childhood mishap. Yet, what’s a little pain compared to bringing a new life into the world? This experience, albeit uncomfortable, makes for a memorable tale!
In those early days of motherhood, I was filled with uncertainty. I remember being so anxious about changing my baby’s diaper that I needed “help” for way longer than I care to admit. Looking back, I can’t be angry with that scared version of myself; she was navigating uncharted waters. But the truth is, she really needed to mature.
Enter my spirited firstborn. He pushed me out of my comfort zone in every conceivable way. With no choice but to trust my instincts, I embarked on a journey of personal growth.
Through this process, I learned that my mom’s wisdom doesn’t always apply to my parenting. While she did an amazing job raising me, I had to recognize that I now need to forge my own path. Change can be disorienting, but it’s also essential to growth.
What others think about my parenting? It no longer matters. My children are mine to nurture, to celebrate, and yes, to stumble with. I stopped apologizing for the messiness of life—be it my home, my cooking, or the unique personality of my son. One day, I simply ran out of “fucks” to give. I refuse to raise my kids under the notion that they should apologize for being themselves. Embracing my authenticity has been a crucial part of growing up.
Through the challenges of raising a strong-willed child, I discovered a reservoir of strength I never knew I had. I questioned every belief I held and had to discard the parenting books I once relied on. I learned that I’m no delicate flower; I can manage a feisty 60-pound child when needed, and he knows it! Over time, I found a resilience within me that has transformed my approach to parenting.
I’ve come to realize that I’m a really good mom. It’s been a gradual journey, but I now understand that I haven’t completely messed up this complex child of mine. Although he continues to challenge me, I approach every decision with newfound confidence, no longer second-guessing myself.
That boy, who has given me more gray hairs than I could count in just seven years, has also shaped my spirit in more ways than I can articulate. Thanks to him, I’m always aware of when it’s going to rain, courtesy of my achy tailbone.
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Summary:
Raising my strong-willed son propelled me into a journey of personal growth and maturity. I learned to trust my instincts, embrace my unique parenting style, and cultivate a deeper sense of confidence in my abilities. Despite the challenges, I have discovered an inner strength and resilience that has transformed my approach to motherhood.