For as long as I can remember I’ve always found myself getting super
excited for events. I’d daydream about how a certain day would go
whether it was a birthday, a trip or a date. I may not have shared that
excitement with anyone but I’d usually have the whole thing planned out
in my head anyway.
I’d say that managing my expectations has been the hardest part of
becoming a mother. I suddenly have this unpredictable little person who
doesn’t understand that the day is any different or that I’d been
looking forward to it for ages. I’m trying not to let myself get carried
away with imagining the ‘perfect day’ anymore as I know the best days
happen when you least expect it but the habits of a lifetime are
difficult to break. It’s something I’m working on.