So ever since that fateful New Year’s Eve when I peed on a stick and that sneaky second line appeared and I cried like my life was over, I’ve been wracked with worry. Not that I wasn’t a little bit happy about it. Megan immediately tried to reassure me that Scott would stand by me … Continue reading Ready or Not
I'm walking into class and my classmate turns to me to ask how my daughter is. She doesn't ask how I am (which is usually pretty chipper by the way), but how the one year old is. The one year old who can't talk and literally does the same thing every day. The one year … Continue reading The Perception of Motherhood
Aside from the obvious learning how to change a diaper, how to breastfeed, etc., I learned a lot about myself by becoming a mother. I was prepared to learn as I went about how to actually mother someone, but I didn't realize that I would learn so much about myself by being someone's mother... See full … Continue reading What I’ve Learned from Motherhood
Fairly recently, my father and I had been talking about how my daughter's hair was growing out so that it curled at her neck (making it look kind of like a mullet). He made a comment about how he couldn't wait for it to get longer so she would "stop looking like a boy." Upon … Continue reading Raising Daughters
Walking around campus, I sometimes feel like an alien. Yet pushing my daughter in the swing at the park among other moms makes me feel the same way. The 25-year-old to 30-year-old mothers look at me like they're sorry for the mistake I've made, or else they assume that when I say "school's out," I … Continue reading 10 Memes that Perfectly Describe Being a College Mom
There are a lot of stigmas surrounding motherhood. You have to feed your baby organic homemade food, breastfeed from day one until at least a year, dress them fashionably but not 'too adult', buy them the most eco-friendly and developmentally stimulating toys, decorate their nursery with $100+ wallpaper and chic, Etsy plushies, and care for … Continue reading I’m a Mother Who Can’t Do It All & That’s Okay
For context: Intro to My Happiness Project | Month One: Energy & Status Report | Month Two: Health & Hygiene & Status Report | Month Three: Diet & Status Report | Month Four: Money & Status Report | Month Five: Home & Status Report | Month Six: Marriage & Status Report | Month Seven: Stress Management & Status Report | Month Eight: Attitude & Status Report This month I am going to … Continue reading Month Nine: Motherhood
It means intuitively knowing that she loves me, even though she can only say a garbled "biwoovew" when I prompt her. It means deciphering her slurred mispronunciations which requires a lot of context clues. It means knowing the difference between defiance tantrums and cries for help. It means lying awake deciding whether or not to … Continue reading What Being a Mother Means to Me
For context: Intro to My Happiness Project | Month One: Energy & Status Report | Month Two: Health & Hygiene & Status Report | Month Three: Diet & Status Report | Month Four: Money & Status Report | Month Five: Home & Status Report | Month Six: Marriage & Status Report | Month Seven: Stress Management & Status Report | Month Eight: Attitude Last month’s resolution of focusing on my attitude … Continue reading Month Eight (Status Report)
I am so happy Sharon– author of Becoming Mother –said this! I have suffered so much guilt from dropping my daughter off. I even project that guilt onto my daughter’s teachers, making me think they hate me for daring to send her to school. I’ve often felt that the only societally justifiable jobs to forgo being a STAHM are nurse or teacher, but I try to remind myself that it’s (mostly) all in my head.
Some women tear up as they leave their children at daycare for the first time.
I practically skip inside.
Grin from ear to ear.
I. LOVE. DAYCARE.
Last Monday was Henry’s first day of daycare. Another daycare mom saw me taking him inside and asked if it was his first day. After I nodded, she jumped out of her van and gave me the biggest hug and said, “Isn’t it great!”
“YESSS!!!” I yelled.
“With the first one, you’re bawling about it and then the second, you’re just like ‘have fun!'”
She gets it.
It’s true. The first time we started daycare was much more involved and made me a little nervous. We spent about 20 minutes going through the list of critical bits of information that the infant teacher needed to know to feed, change, and soothe our baby to sleep.
She likes to be rocked to sleep while…
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