Change is obviously coming in a huge way and as each week passes by, I find my mindset changing. I find life changing. The changes and the sacrifices being made now are all miniscule in preparation for what is to come. I know that. I'm ok with that. I've always known that I wanted to father children, and am delighted that I have been blessed with the opportunity to do so - and therefore it will all be worth it. But change is definitely occurring all the time!
Yesterday was Friday and when I'm not working, I like to let my hair down on a Friday evening in one way or another. Yesterdays however was spent in Homebase mulling over shades of yellow paint. I found myself surrounded by pots, tubs and cans donning allusion-rife monikers. There are so many paint names nowadays! Who gets paid to come up with names for colours a fraction different from the next? We personally decided to skip the Lemon Pie, Rubber Duckie and the Lemon Tropics and opted for a Pale Citrus to coat the walls of the room that will soon become the nursery. We followed the paint shopping with more Friday evening excitement, by taking a trip to browse various carpets to make the room, well, new...for our little new beginning. Friday night sacrificed - but it will all be worth it. Miniscule sacrifices in comparison to what is to come. I keep reminding myself. I must keep reminding myself.
I read an article today on parenting and a section caught my eye;
"Face it, your kids aren’t going to say thank you or kiss you on the cheek with some meaningful words that show they understand just how much you sacrifice for your children. That is okay, they shouldn’t have to. But they shouldn’t be able to watch mom and dad suffering or doing with out everything just so they can have their way."
It's a good job that little man isn't around to watch then! If he was he'd be witnessing his father staving off a diva type attitude from within with a big stick! This week, I boxed up over half of my footwear collection and said my goodbyes, before rehousing them in the loft. I've had to limit myself to 30 pairs. Even Andy Warhol said you cant have too many shoes! Deep down though, I don't think I minded. Not when I reminded myself of what is to come. I can geuninely feel the mindset of a parent creeping in. In all fairness though... my feet are sized at a UK12. I dont see why his baby shoes cant just live inside of mine. In fact, his could live inside of his Mothers and then hers inside of mine and we can all be happy! It would be like opening a Russian doll everytime it came to completing our outfits, but we'd all have plenty of options and some happy feet!