This morning at 5:30 AM, we came downstairs with a hungry, just-woke-up-grumpy toddler to discover water dripping, dripping from the ceiling to the floor.
In the middle of our kitchen.
I’m going to fast-forward to the end here and give you the book-a-minute version of what’s gone down: we called a plumber, who discovered the leak was in the roof (THANK YOU, three snowstorms in three weeks!) and then I got another service pro out here who’s working with our homeowner’s insurance to help us get it fixed and file a claim. It’s going to be okay. I am calm.
But six hours ago, I was NOT. Home repairs STRESS. ME. OUT. And make me want to be a little girl again.
See, when you’re little, even though small problems tend to seem big (like my toddler’s serious issue with the fact that his mommies would like him to wear warm layers in winter) you’ve got someone to run to who can fix them. I was blessed with two fantastic parents who convinced me they could fix anything and everything.
Those same two fantastic parents also taught me to be self-sufficient and resourceful. They instilled me with a sense of confidence by telling me over and over again that I could do whatever I set my mind to.
Aside: Don’t worry, Mom and Dad, I’m not going to try to patch our roof myself.
This morning when Little Man was whining for breakfast and I was trying to convince him to be quiet and my wonderful wife entertained and played with him so that I could deal with the leak, I slowly transitioned from a panicked “I want my mommy!” mode to a more calm and confident, “I’m one half of a great team, and we’ve got this” mode.
And we did have it. We tag-teamed getting the boy ready and out the door to daycare, and my wife talked me down from a stress-related meltdown, assuring me that we’d figure it all out. It will be okay.
Now that I’m calm and the process of repair is underway, I’m thinking about all of this. Suddenly the tables are turned from thirty years ago and I’m the one in charge–no magical parents to make my problems vanish. But you know what? I’m grateful.
Grateful that my parents WERE magical in the sense that they gifted me with confidence and independence.
Grateful for a partner who can keep me calm and remind me that I’ve got this, even when I feel like I don’t, and who helps shoulder the burden when things go wrong.
Grateful for the sweetest boy in the world, who saw me stressing out and said, “Mommy sad? Hug!”
Grateful for an understanding boss who said, “Do what you need to do,” when I explained the situation and took a personal day to deal with the problem.
Grateful for fast-acting homeowners’ insurance and a very friendly service pro who’s helping us get this taken care of ASAP.
I’m not stressing out anymore (well, maybe a little, because there IS still a giant hole in my ceiling, but way less than before). And I don’t want to go back to being a little girl.
Because I know that now the torch has been passed, and my wife and I are the ones who will magically take care of things, all while nurturing our son’s sense of confidence and independence. And someday, when Little Man has problems of his own, while he might want to call for his mommies at first, I know he’ll eventually be okay.
We’ll just look at him and say, “It’s okay, sweetie. You got this.”