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Letting Go

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I have recently realized something about myself that I did not know before. Lets just say that I can be a teensy bit of a control freak when it comes to my kid’s. I have never thought of myself this way before because to me, someone who is a control freak has everything under control, and looking around my house especially at the pile of laundry the size of Texas and all of the other things that are not in order I do not have anything under control! So how could I ever be a control freak? I’ll explain.

When it is involves my three crazy children I like to have things a certain way. I know my children, I know when it is time for a nap or bed or a bath. I have things figured out for the most part and I like how things run when I have everything under control. Not that they don’t ever misbehave or anything (Because they do a lot) I am mostly talking about routines.

I have been gone for the last week and I definitely had some worries about my trip that I mentioned in a previous post here. So Before I left it was brought to my attention by my husband that I really needed to let go. He did not need a detailed description of everything that had to happen. It did not matter if the girls got off schedule or did not do everything that I have them do. Life went on without me and although I was missed the girls had a wonderful time with their Dad.

The world did not end because things were done differently. I should have that phrase stitched on a pillow for sure.

I found that I did do a pretty good job of letting things go. I had a wonderful trip. I missed my girls like crazy but I did not try to micro manage from a far which I am sure my husband is grateful for.

I am realizing that being parents is a team sport and just because my husband is gone all day working does not mean that he can’t figure things out.

Is there any personality trait that you have realized you posses since becoming a parent?

Carly is a contributing writer for Mommy Moment. She has 3 very dramatic but beautiful girls ages 7, 5, and 2. Carly loves to write, cook, and connect with other moms through this crazy thing called blogging! See what she has been up to over at www.livingthescream.com.

Ado

Saturday 7th of May 2011

Call me crazy, but I think you have to be a little bit of a control freak to be a good mother. There, I said it. It's the control-freak in me who stops them from crossing the street without looking, makes sure they wash behind their ears and change their undies, and who makes sure they have enough limits to give them the freedom they need, you know? So don't be hard on yourself. I say: embrace your inner control freak! (-:

hairyshoefairy

Monday 2nd of May 2011

I tend to be a control freak, too. I'm trying to let go a little and let them pull out the art stuff and make a mess with them. It's like when my dh does the dishes. I just don't look and it's okay. Then when it's over they've done (more or less) what they should and I can take care of the rest.

Cateetee

Saturday 30th of April 2011

Wow, this is another confirmation for me...I know that I need to let go with my eldest son and allow the Lord to do the work...it's hard to come to terms with that, at least for me...my son is 19 and he will always be my baby, but I now realize that he has to have his own relationship with the Lord and make his own decisions...even if sometimes they are not the best...I know that the Lord is in control, but it has still been hard for me to let go and let God do!

Jenn

Wednesday 27th of April 2011

Thanks for the reminder! I have already been stressing about a weekend get away in JULY! Parenting is a team sport and if my husband tends to do things differently from how I do them then oh well. He's a great dad and that should be reason enough for me to trust him!

Lady of Perpetual Chaos

Wednesday 27th of April 2011

My girls are creatures of habit and if they get too out of their routine, they let us know pretty quick. ;o) Since having kids I have found out a lot about myself. Like, I'm not as endlessly patient as I thought.