My son fought a noble fight this evening. After two hours with the babysitter and lavender bubble bath, he was ready for my tricks. Putting him to sleep is typically easy. You change his diaper, kiss his head, place him in bed, kiss his "guys" (aka Grover and company), walk out the door saying I love you and wait 30 seconds. Before you can get to the other side of the house, he is typically out cold except tonight.
Tonight he hollered, cried, begged and tried to smile his way out of bed. After an hour of my tricks, he finally caved to exhaustion.
I bring this up because of the irony.
You see, I have been fighting the good fight recently. I typically don't mind change, in fact sometimes I crave it but not so when it comes to my son. Asking me to change something major in his world against my will causes me to holler, cry, beg and even fake smile out of my situation. In the end, it doesn't work. Change happens.
Let go or be dragged. That's how the quote goes.
I learned today that my son's daycare will likely close at the end of June 2015. At least we have a timeline and 9 months to get on waiting lists. Having that time made me finally stop my hollering and realize that things will happen the way they need to happen.
I want to thank all of the mommies out there who let me holler in their ears, cry on their shoulder and beg for more options. Even my childless friends stepped up to the plate and gave me advice and made suggestions.
Tonight in Pilates as I was telling my story of pain and woe, my friend Molly said (paraphrase) that parenthood is going to bring a lot of unexpected changes when it comes to my son. If I was so upset over this one change, how in the world will I be able to handle the bigger stuff coming down the road?
Point taken. Indeed. Parenthood is a slow, emotional marathon, not a sprint. It's time to reel myself in and stop fighting this change. So I am taking my son's lead on this. It's time to put my head down, rest and let things happen as they need to happen.