I used to think of my job as the lottery job. You know - the one you'd keep doing even after? But then came the kids and while most of the time I still love it, I do end up whining about splitting up my precious minutes. At my free random-vendor lunch last week someone was worried about their dad, who'd retired, and what was he going to do all day? I don't think I'd have any problem filling my day. Mostly the usual stuff - gym, books, little volunteerism, definitely more TV (I jest!). I also have a love/hate relationship with craftiness, but it's mostly born of jealousy. Would love to know how to hem a skirt (or, heck, sew on a button), or do frou-frou things in my girl's bedroom.
But mostly, I fret about her language skills. We need to be doing SO MUCH MORE. I should have taken a signing class and be narrating her day away. We need to be going thru her flashcards daily and working on her letter sounds. We should be doing more OT stuff, so that she has the fine motor skills to actually sign back. I had brief passing moments like this when she was on the verge of crawling, and then walking, but I was never concerned she wouldn't get there. --This-- is constricting my breathing.
I don't think this is one of those things that will come naturally, even if a bit delayed. We don't even have "mom" yet. This is all on us and I feel like we're failing her. She's going to be 3 in five months. Even if we end up mostly signing, we need to be working on her vocabulary constantly. And nevermind communicating with her extended family....
So? We do more. (much MUCH more). Just do it.
And that is my sloganized pep talk of the day to myself.