(I’m alive, I’m alive, I am SO alive…)
Hello, my lovelies! Sorry I haven’t been blogging lately. (Gosh, it’s been almost a MONTH O_O)
Life has been happening. I have been maturing more than I want to. And it’s been insane. 😀
Take this morning, for example. My mom had some pretty major surgery this past Monday, so I had to help out a little more than usual. Right after cleaning the kitchen, I had a CollegePlus coaching call where my coach – my CP mentor who has helped me navigate the craziness that is my life for the past year – told me, without any warning, that she was quitting CP and getting a different job. For anyone who’s in CP, you’ll know how major that is. I cried a little, then walked upstairs to find my best friend’s brother in my foyer. Great. On top of all of that, today is my younger brother’s birthday.
So, basically, I’m going to utilize Starbucks’ Happy Hour. (WHICH HAS BEEN A BLESSING FROM HEAVEN. THANK YOU, LORD.)
Anyway, back to why I decided to randomly pop in and bless you with my presence on this sadly neglected public journal of my life.
This past weekend, I watched the children in a family from our church. Four kids, ages ranging from eleven to three, for five days and four nights (my first babysitting job of that intensity). The parents were taking a much-needed vacation overseas. To say that it was a little nerve-wracking would be putting it lightly. My parents were only thirty minutes away, though, so if anything had happened – which, thankfully, didn’t happen – they were easy to reach out to for help.
Over the course of the weekend, I observed a few things. Here they are.
1) Parenting is HARD. Sweet buttered crumpets, it. is. hard. I didn’t even technically “parent” the kids (because they were AMAZING). I told a friend that it was “like playing house, except for the fact that there are actual human lives depending on me.” I played with them and made sure they did a little school and got them to their co-op and heated up all the meals (because their actual mom is majorly on top of things) and took them to different places. So it certainly felt a little like what it’ll feel like when I have my own kids some day. On Sunday, I took them to my parents’ house where we had church with my family, and it felt like an insanely weird flash-forward episode to fifteen years in the future. SO. WEIRD. And I was so tired by the end of the day! Which brings me to the next thing I learned…
2) Staying up until midnight is no longer “cool.” I’ve been learning that over the course of the past year, but the lesson really hit me this past weekend. A college student needs sleep, but a parent (or, in my case, pseudo-parent) needs their sleep. Especially when young humans are depending on them for entertainment and food and guidance. If you stay up until midnight, you’ll find yourself waking up at a normal time… but with four little ones already up and watching something on TV. Not the best way to start a weekend… especially if it keeps happening, regardless of how early you go to bed.
3) With a situation like this, all maternal instincts instantly kick in – with a VENGEANCE. I won’t say anything other than the fact that, by the end of the weekend, I felt like these four little humans were my four little humans. The end.
4) You feel ten times worse when you make a mistake. (I did, at least…) With your siblings, it’s easy to wave away minor injuries with a quick, “Let me kiss it and you’ll be fine.” However. When you’re watching kids that aren’t related to you – especially for a long period of time – it’s completely different. When a kid trips because of their STUPID CROCS and you step on his hand, or when you accidentally feed a kid something he’s allergic to… twice… or when you half-defrost an entire freezer full of food (which is unrelated to children but makes you want to kick yourself in the face almost as bad) – you feel terrible. Not only that, but you find yourself apologizing over and over and over and berating yourself for being so stupid. (Again, this might be just me.)
5) If babysitting for a weekend is this fulfilling and rewarding, how much more is actually parenting? I think I’m a little less nervous and a little more excited about maybe one day having kids of my own.
Of course, if they look this cute… I’ll be even more excited.
Gotta run for now. Hopefully I’ll be back soon. But, with my life, ya never know. 😉