And the panic sets in.


No, I am not panicked about going through labor. No, I am not panicked about having two babies under 9 months old. No, I am not panicked about my sweet little one not being my baby anymore.

Yesterday, pure panic set in when I realized what a huge responsibility Ken and I have with raising two children in this huge crazy world.

Y’all that’s a big deal. It terrifies me. I know people do it everyday. Some people do it really, really well. I have a few role models that I look to when I think about parenting. I hope that I can raise my children like they do, but they struggle too.

I really just wish there was a manual that said this is what you need to do when….

I need to know what to do when my kid(or kids) throw a temper tantrum in the middle of a crowded restaurant but I really want to keep eating my delicious meal. (I hope they never interrupt my chicken nachos at Barberitos or I’m gonna be real mad.)

I need to know how to teach them to use the bathroom only in the bathroom.

I need to know what to do when they’re being picked on at school or having friend drama on the baseball team.

I need to know what to do when they get mad at each other and one or both end up injuring the other.

I need to know what to do when they break a window, or a vase, or a ceiling fan, or whatever else they might(will) break.

I need to know what to do the first time they go out on a date.

I need to know what to do when they get their hearts broken. (I probably will not have very nice things to think about the girl who did it.)

I need to know what to do when I have to drop them off at college.

I need to know how to teach them to respect all women. (I feel like Ken has this handled though with the way he respects all women.)

There are so many things that I need to know, especially since I will be raising boys, and you know, I wasn’t a boy…Right now, I am relying on prayer and my mom a lot, so I guess I could just keep doing that, plus watching others around me who are going before me and see how they handle things. It’s still scary though. I still think we all need a manual!


2 thoughts on “And the panic sets in.

  1. Heather

    I have a feeling you will do just fine.

    I can tell you that my two are 11.5 months apart; we’ve had fights and ER trips, broken heart, and bullies. They pick at each other but have each others back as well.

    ER trips was Alexis teaching her brother to jump off the bed and Clyde thinking his nose was the place to hide a rock. As well as a trip and admittance for an extremely high fever and white blood count. But your mom powers kick in and you stay right there with them no matter what.

    Bullies…well have a kid with a speech problem and a learning disability and it makes him an easy target. But my daughter has been picked on as well for shoes, teeth, etc. I’ve gone to my room and cried for them. Because all we want is our kid to be “normal”. But really, what is normal? And on two occasions I contacted the school only because it happened repeatedly.

    We tell our kids to be nice to everyone and to play with the kids that nobody else plays with. That may be just what they need and they will remember it one day.

    All we can do as parents is our best to raise strong, kind hearted, independent adults one day.

    I think you have this.

    Ps. Your mom will definitely be the person you call all the time. And she will be the one to call you the day your first born is starting Jr high and knows that you’re speechless because you’re crying. Being a mom makes you appreciate your own on a totally different level.

  2. You will be wonderful. You and Ken are praying parents and that makes all the difference. Plus you know you can call me and Daddy any time. We can’t wait!!!! (To keep one at a time…haha)

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