Last week Tuesday I pushed down my social anxiety about bringing both boys out in public at the same time without Cortney with me, joined 3 of my friends and their kids, hopped in a van, and carpooled and hour and a half (each way) to the zoo.
About a million times the week leading up to it my anxiety tried to give me excuses to back out.
But Eddie was so dang excited to go to the zoo.
And I kept feeding him that excitement. Because I knew, no matter what excuse my brain came up with, it would not be good enough to squash that energy and excitement.
And so we went.
There were moments when Eddie’s listening ears got lost.
We had to stop and have chats about not running too far ahead of the group.
There was screaming when he needed to have lunch and then again when he was getting super tired after missing nap.
Charlie was whiny when he needed to eat and when he was tired and wanted to be held, not pushed in a stroller.
I had to pound my peanut butter sandwich because I was busy feeding a baby and tending to a toddler and didn’t have time for a leisurely lunch.
Eddie peed through his pull up.
But these moments were fleeting, and while I felt a little overwhelmed at times, I took a deep breath and soldiered on.
Because it was fun, dang it.
We were making memories.