There are many things that are different between having an adopted child and a biological child. There are far more things the same. And having a good day vs a bad day is just one of those “same” things.
I’ve been working on what I’ve affectionately called “project nap” for Desta. I liken it to potty training. Am I training me or the baby? This is something we both needed. I realized how much I needed the break in the day to just do a few things by myself and she needs the sleep to keep growing healthy and strong.
But like any training plan, there are good days and bad days. Today was a good day. Yep, even though she blessed me with a wonderfully scented diaper at 4:30 am and never went back to sleep, it was a good day.
I’m trying to figure out why. A few things came to mind.
1. I made a pot of coffee and promptly consumed the entire pot prior to 6 am.
2. I made a point of telling both of my older children that I was up very early (to which my daughter pointed out that she knew because she saw the lines on my eyes. oh really huh?)
3. I stay committed to “the plan” and Desta had two naps today.
4. I realized that a good day vs a bad day is a choice. Yes, I had to choose what it would be.
See, so often I feel entitled to behave a certain way. I am “allowed” to be grumpy because the dog, dang it!, had to pee at 4 am and the baby, well, she couldn’t help her bodily functions but still! Entitlement is so easy to feel.
Today, for once, instead of being entitled to a certain feeling, I extended myself and all those around me grace. And you know what? It was a good day.
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