I've been feeling so much of it lately. I honestly feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulders. I constantly stress and wonder if I am making all the right decisions when it comes to Briana. And I feel guilty about things I cannot do for her.
My girl is a massive extrovert. To be perfectly honest, she is probably a perfect candidate for a sibling. But deep down in my heart, I feel I can be a much better parent to one child than to more than one. After riding the fertility roller coaster for 10 years, I am very ready to step off of it now. I am very tired and very drained. I'm not sure that my personality is conducive to raising more than one child. My hat goes off to all of you moms that are raising more than one. I truly admire you. I constantly worry and stress about my one child - I cannot imagine splitting that stress amongst more than one child. But it is hard having an only child at times - especially one that constantly seeks attention. Bri is a child that would be happy to have a play date with friends every single day of the week. And I struggle to try to keep a very busy social schedule for her. I think anyone that follows my blog knows I try to keep her quite busy. It is completely exhausting trying to keep my gal active and happy.
Though I live in a "kid friendly" neighborhood, Bri doesn't have anyone on our street to play with. Most of the homes directly surrounding us have no kids in them, and the kids that do live on our street are much older than Bri is. Briana is not old enough yet to go off on her own to find a kid in the neighborhood to hang out with. I'm frustrated because my neighborhood is supposed to be so "kid friendly", yet I often wonder why Briana ends up playing at the neighborhood playground alone 98% of the time. I often wonder where everyone is. And I often second guess if Doug, Bri and I are living in the right place anymore. It is difficult sometimes for me to watch Briana riding her bike in a circle in our driveway all by herself.
I have to register Bri for school on Wednesday, and I worry if I am making the right decision sending her to public school. Right now, I believe it is the right choice for our family. I've heard good things about the elementary school Bri will be attending. But of course, I worry if the school is going to be good enough for her and if the diversity will be diverse enough for her.
I feel guilt about not taking Mandarin class with Bri anymore. I listened to Bri when she asked me not to make her take it anymore. I didn't want her to start hating it, so we quit. But will she resent me later when she doesn't know it well and wishes she did?
I have guilt that I don't have all the answers for her. I want to be able to "fix" everything for her and I know that I can't. She will ask me questions, and I won't have answers to many of them. And she will be asking me some big questions one day. Questions that so many other kids don't have to ask.
How can I stop feeling these immense feelings of stress and guilt? I know that I cannot live my entire life like this. Briana isn't even five years old yet and my stomach is in knots. Rationally, I know I'm human and I know I am doing the very best I can for her. But my emotions usually take over the rational side of me, and my rational thoughts often get completely squashed by the irrational ones.
Ugh. I hate feeling like this.