Two

So, it turns out I have a two year old. Um. Sorry. What? A TWO YEAR OLD. Me!

It’s her birthday today and I was thinking this morning about how much I’ve learnt since she arrived, about all the practical stuff involved in being a mama. I was one of those people who had never even held a newborn, let alone changed a nappy. To be honest, other people’s babies were never really that interesting to me [they sort of still aren’t, even though I’m always super happy they’re here and everything, you know].

But once she was here, I just started to learn. By asking, by doing.

One of the things that really worried me before she was born was what I would do if she woke up in the night vomiting. [I know, weird, but this was what was at the front of my brain]. Then one night it happened, I dealt with it and now I know what I would [and wouldn’t…] do next time.

As a coach, lots of folk come to see me, desperate for positive change but terrified of taking a next step. They have often over-thought the situation to the point where they’re completely stuck, worried that they don’t know enough or don’t have enough skill or just aren’t good enough.

When you’re in that situation, sometimes the best thing to do is to just do something. Anything. Gather up just enough courage to take that first step and to trust that whatever flows from it, you will be OK.

That first step encourages a tiny bit more confidence, which then allows you to take the next one. You keep going. And then one day strangely, you find you’re on your way. [Dr Seuss style].

Super.

Tags: baby love, choices, courage, happiness, trust