Life is a bit overwhelming in my little corner of the world at the moment.
He tries my patience like no one ever has. But for a brand new three year old I can reason with him surprisingly well.
I like to joke and say that he’s mine, all mine, but I know that he’s not. He’s his own person, with his own purpose and place in this world.
My not so baby boy turns 3 in less than 2 weeks. When we were hit with the lockdown in March I decided I should try to potty train him. Potty training was something I’d been lowkey dreading about momming. I just couldn’t wrap my head around how you teach little people to use the potty without it being complete torture for all parties involved.Nevertheless, it was something I could no longer push to the side. The little guy and I were together, at home, all day long every day of the week.
My little guy has been excited to put up our Christmas tree for at least two weeks now. I couldn’t commit though, not until I’d put away all my shoes. If it weren’t for him they’d probably still be there. His excitement is tangible and it looks like he has lights twinkling in his eyes despite the tree still being in its box. It’s those simple moments of joy, through my little guys eyes that got me through the roller coaster of emotions that has been 2020.
In those times I often forget to sing and that’s when I need to sing the most.
Counting my blessings.
Looking back, I wonder if my impending sense of doom that NYE night was foreshadowing for the months to come. A warning that single motherhood was in my future. A warning that life as I know it was going to change forever. A warning that change is the only thing I can rely on, and that it is up to me to reflect and pay attention to the changes that occur in and around my life. How do they make me feel? How do they make me want to feel?
Determined not to spend another cent on restaurant food, I opted to make a Slowcooker Lentil Curry Surprise. We have very early starts to our days, and there simply isn't enough time for my slow-poke self to cook in the mornings or evenings, while tending to a two year old. I don't have those super powers yet. With that, this Slowcooker Lentil Curry Surprise was being cooked overnight.
At times, it feels like the the only constant for me is my mother’s love as well as the love I now have for my little guy. A mother’s love.