Back when my son was just born, I would dread the evenings.
As soon as the clock struck 7pm, I would get nervous, anticipating the number of times I would hear my baby cry in the middle in the night. And like clockwork, he would do just that. He would wake up and start a cycle of change, eat, and sleep.
After a long night, I breathed a sigh of relief when my eyes blink open and the clock was back at 7am.
Yes, I survived the evening. We were one night closer to sleeping longer during the night. Let the countdown begin.
For me, like other parents, sleep has become the holy grail of parenthood. We read multiple books and methods on infant sleep, from CIO, Ferber, to Babywise. There is literally an industry built around parents who would try anything to get their little ones to sleep longer.
After a month of spending dollars and hours pouring over these books, it dawned on me (right around 6:45pm one day) that the more I obsessed over it, the less I enjoyed the journey (and frankly, the harder it was to fall back asleep at night). And so that evening, I played with my little one, and come bedtime, he fell asleep in my arms. Across his contented face, he cracked a little smile. And at that moment, I knew things were going to be OK. Parenthood is a marathon, not a sprint, so I might as well enjoy the journey. 7pm came, and as I wait in anticipation, the flutters in my stomach didn’t come that night.
So on Mother’s Day, our wish for you is to forget sleepless nights and focus on enjoying a relaxing, playful day! Happy Mother’s Day!