I was stressed out last week. It was one of those times that I was "In a mood" (as I would tell Taylor), but not really sure why. Perhaps the impending knowledge that my world was about to change into something completely unfamiliar to me. Something I am oh so excited for, but also completely unprepared for. How do you even begin to prep your heart, mind, and body for the experience of not only labor and delivery but for becoming a mother? I don't know. I wrote a previous post about wearing your heart on the line when you become a parent, and I think that still weighs heavy on me. I'm nervous. People make me scared. The world is cruel. People say harsh things whether they mean it or not. But sometimes just because they don't mean it, it doesn't make it any easier. My mom tells me I'm nervous because I'm going to get pay back for all the teasing I did to my nephew...which may be partly true. However, as I've thought about it more I believe a lot of my nervousness comes from my own insecurities. I've never been one to think I'm better than others or to really focus on my positive attributes. In fact, I'm really really sensitive. Which is actually pretty hard to admit. It's easier, I guess, that I'm not admitting it to anyone in particular. I remember lots of times when my family would get together and, said teasing of nephew would take place, my family would say things to me that would really, REALLY hurt my feelings. Sometimes I think they thought I was crazy for breaking down in tears, and I just couldn't understand how they didn't understand that it hurt my feelings. But I realize, I was probably just overly sensitive about the issue. When something is sensitive to you, it doesn't matter how gently people put it, it hurts. For some reason, comments that had nothing to do with how good of a mom I was going to be automatically translated in my head to them saying, "You're going to be a crap mom. Lucky you have us here to fix your situation." In reality, their words were probably never even close to resembling this message.
I'm scared about being a mom. I'm scared I won't be good at it. I'm scared that something I've wanted for so long I'll end up being a complete failure at. I'm scared that I'll get those judgy looks from onlookers. I'm scared that people are going to correct me on how I handle my child. I'm scared that people are going to tell me what to do and how to raise my own children. I know this all probably sounds really silly, but I'm scared that people will see this weakness and use it against me.
Well I hate being stressed. So I prayed for help. What did I pray for? "Please bless that other people will not judge me and that they will be nice to me. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!!" And then I realized that there is no way that prayer could ever be answered. I changed it so that I could be okay in my insecurities. That I can handle the judgy looks, and people telling me what to do. And "Please don't let me BLOW UP at my family for telling me what to do." When I changed my prayer to helping my attitude, instead of changing other peoples behaviors, I was finally able to feel some relief. I still hope people are nice to me, but that isn't real life. People, including myself, are not nice 100% of the time. And so it is up to me. It has also been an eye opener to me that I don't always understand why people are so bothered by certain things I may do or say to them, but everybody has their own insecurities, their own things that just get to them quicker than others, and I need to be sensitive to that. Sometimes it is hard, but when I just slow down and think about it I'm able to respond to others needs a little bit better.