I really want to go make a sandwich and eat it, so this is going to be a short and sweet post (as short as I’m capable of, at least. I’m usually the one leaving multiple-paragraph comments on FB statuses, after all).
While I was in the waiting room at the doctor’s office this morning (routine visit), I spotted a yummy-looking recipe for nutmeg-parsnip muffins. That’s right. I copied the recipe down on a piece of scrap paper and eagerly awaited being able to make these muffins.
I didn’t have all of the ingredients on hand, and in a moment of impetuosity, I decided to swing by the store on the way home from the doctor’s. I was really excited about these muffins, let me tell you. When I parked and hopped out of the car, I saw that my baby had fallen asleep. It was definitely naptime, and I had been hoping to squeeze the shopping in and then promptly put him to sleep when I got home.
So I stood there, gazing at my baby. Is there anything more precious than the face of a sleeping child? Hard to say. As I stood there I had an internal debate. Should I wake him up, dash in and out? He’s a mellow kid, and would probably just go with the flow. He’d probably go back to sleep nicely at home. Of course, if it woke him up a little too much, his nap might be stalled, and then it might run into the time when I need to pick his brother up from school. That wouldn’t work. Also, he clearly needs to sleep, and while he is a flexible kid, it might be better to just go home and lay him in his crib.
And so that’s what I did. I got back in my car and drove home. He’s sleeping now, and we’re still on schedule for the day, despite the appointment this morning.
This small event got me thinking about how a lot of the time, mothers put the needs of their children first. Did I need to make the muffins? No. I can make them a different time. Would it have been the end of the world if I took my child into the store? No. He really is very laid-back. But did I feel that this was the better choice, for both of us, at the time? Yes. I think so.
It’s a balance between needs and wants, schedule and spontaneity. Sometimes I don’t know if I’ve made the “right” decision until after I’ve made it, and I feel either satisfaction or angst. I hope that over time I’m able to continually work on my inner compass so that I can make decisions that seem right for everyone, to maintain that balance.
How do you work on the balance between giving to your kids and giving to yourself?
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