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The day I didn't flap

5/28/2015

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I’m not sure when the self-confidence I took for granted pre-Bean started making its come-back, given that it had disappeared almost in an instant. 48 hours, possibly less, into motherhood and at the sight of my tiny baby’s spinach-green poo, the realisation that I had no idea what I was doing slapped me round the chops. A slap that did nothing to alleviate the already crushing tiredness, and everything to make me flap. The nurse came, tutting, and stuck my baby under a tap. He mewled and I flapped.

I feel like I’ve been flapping ever since. For the past 2 years, 4 months and 7 days, my entire being has focussed on only one thing: keeping that baby happy no matter what. “Happy” in the broadest sense of the term: fed, watered, at the right temperature, entertained, soothed, stimulated, content, reassured. Whatever bar you could think of I, as a parent, set it as high as I possibly could and pursued it with a sweaty brow and a mild but unwavering sense of panic. I’m a flapping parent.

I’m the kind of parent who hovers over her sleeping baby, removing, then replacing, then removing, then half-replacing the blanket as a compromise in the quest to achieve a “safe” temperature (if, of course, the baby is still asleep at that point and there is anything left to achieve). Who detests the over-marketing of baby gear but still stands rooted to the spot in the pharmacy for half an hour, trying to decide on the fluorescent dummy as opposed to the “normal” one. Who jumps at every tear, every request for more water or crackers, and feels intensely guilty when anything has to be enforced. And yet still frets that she’s being too lax. I’m the kind of parent who will chase their child round the playground, figuratively and literally flapping with the sunhat.

I drive myself nuts, doing all this. But then, yesterday: a revelation. The Bean refused to get dressed in the morning, and I didn’t flap. He ate only half of his breakfast, and I didn’t fret. He wanted to take his push cart out with him, and I didn’t mentally pre-apologise to all the other pedestrians who’d have their ankles bashed. I realised 20 minutes into our walk that I’d left his dummy at home, and I didn’t rush back for it nor bought another one. We had to wait for Daddy for half an hour, and I didn’t immediately conclude all hell would break loose. He fell asleep way, way later than he’s “supposed to” in the afternoon, but I remained a picture of icy calm. He watched an hour of TV, and I didn’t see the gates of failed parenting hell open before my very eyes. The bedtime routine became a no-tine for the nth night running but I did. not. flap.
Toddler chasing bubbles
I got to 10PM and I realised I had finally, 2 years and 4 months and 7 days in, spent a whole day enjoying parenthood for what it was: wearying, full of worry, truly wonderful. I’ve no idea how it happened but, well, it was probably about time.

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Seychellesmama link
5/28/2015 07:44:10 am

This is lovely to read!! I can totally relate to the flapping, I'm awful for it too!! Here is to many more 'flap-free' days xx

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Eline @ Pasta & Patchwork link
5/29/2015 04:35:40 am

Thanks lovely! Oh I'll take the flap-free days, I will! Xx

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Vickie link
5/29/2015 03:06:46 am

What a lovely post! I admit to having been an ardent flapper when my daughter was younger. Then around the time she turned 3 I just stopped.

It's very freeing isn't it? I hope you have lots more flap-free days. :-)

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Eline @ Pasta & Patchwork link
5/29/2015 04:36:40 am

It is very freeing, especially because I can't fathom why I do it. It just runs away with me sometimes!

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mary link
5/29/2015 06:06:50 am

Love this post - I think Ive lost a lot of confidence too and so can relate to you, I worry more though of how people perceive me as a parent than anything else, I know I am mostly doing my best but does everyone else ? lame I know when theyre probs so caught up in their own parenting issues to care haha

How nice that you can chill a bit now and enjoy the journey and not worry about those small things :)

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Eline @ Pasta & Patchwork link
6/17/2015 04:09:07 am

Worrying about what other people think of my parenting is definitely something I do too, despite knowing it's utterly pointless!

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Carie link
5/29/2015 04:56:18 pm

That sounds like a wonderful way to spend the day - hurray for no flapping and may there be many more days like it!

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Eline @ Pasta & Patchwork link
6/17/2015 04:09:35 am

Amen to that!

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