I learned more as my first grew and eventually, together, we got the hang of things and I quickly realized how big of a deal just getting into the shower was. Freshly steamed floors? Ha!
With my second, I'd like to think I had a much better idea of how to mother, although I had absolutely no idea how to mother two. After seven weeks, I still don't but I've learned to really celebrate the little victories. Like making it to the end of the day without losing someone, leaving them behind at the grocery store or breaking open a bottle of champagne at 10am. Can you say, "Mimosas?"
If you're a mom to more than one child, I know you're nodding your head at this point, recalling all those times you've reached behind you in the car to check for legs. Those infant bucket seats are sneaky- all rear-facing and baby-hiding. Every single time I run an errand, without fail, ten minutes into our drive my heart sinks into my chest as I momentarily freak out, "Did I leave the baby in the driveway!?"
My toddler, all dirt and noise that he is, would be impossible to leave behind. The navy-eyed 11lbs of quiet is a whole other story.
I've written before about how parenting a toddler is like survival of the fittest. At the end of the day, the one with the greatest wit and survival skills remains standing and I'll be damned if that one is my toddler.
So when we're all dressed by noon? I'm giving myself a pat on the back, even if The Toddler insists on wearing last night's jammie shirt with his khaki shorts. If we've made it out of the house for an hour, even if most of that hour was spent just driving around in the car? High-fives all around. Throw in an actually grocery shopping trip and you know I'm feeling like Wonder Woman.
I've learned not to sell myself short. Those little victories really are a big deal. Even my littlest thinks so.