“It doesn’t get easier, but you get better.”
I saw this quote once on a late night Instagram scrolling binge when I was up nursing Sawyer in the middle of the night. At the time I remember thinking that it wasn’t very helpful. I really wanted things to get easier. Being a new mom was rough.
But things didn’t get any easier. Instead, I got better. I don’t think parenting will ever be “easy”, but I am getting better at handling the day-to-day.
If someone had told me a year ago that I would reach a point where I’d be able to run multiple errands at a time with the kiddo or take spontaneous trips to the zoo, I would have laughed. Out loud. Possibly in their face (and then apologized profusely, because that would have been super rude).
But that doesn’t mean it has gotten easier. I just have more practice under my belt. I’m better at preparing for the hiccups.
Once, if it wasn’t on my to-do list, I would panic at the thought of any variation in schedule. I still struggle sometimes with the anxiety of planning, but I know I’m capable of getting all of it done. I know I can make it work, whatever it is.
The same goes for running. In May, I “ran” my first 5k (let’s be real, three two-minute intervals in and I was practically wheezing and my shins were on fire). I have two more scheduled this year that *hopefully*, I’ll actually run the full time. Matthew and I have been doing a training plan through the MapMyRun app. I’m on week 12 and it hasn’t gotten easier. But I have gotten better. My shins still ache from time to time, but it’s nothing some well-placed KT Tape can’t fix.
So whatever you are struggling with, it may not get easier, but you will get better. Your burdens may not get lighter to carry, but your shoulders will get stronger.