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Happy Mother’s Day

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Three years ago today was a little difficult for me. My husband and I had been trying, unsuccessfully, for five months to get pregnant again after experiencing a loss in November 2009. I’ll always remember the feeling I had on June 22nd, 2010 when, after several positive pregnancy tests, we found out that we were going to be parents. It was a feeling of pure joy. I felt it again, a little more intensely, on October 4th, 2010 when we found out that the baby growing inside me was a little girl. Both of those moments were trumped with C’s birth in February 2011. I felt  (and still feel every day) so incredibly blessed. Motherhood is my greatest joy, my biggest passion, and my most precious gift.

I was surprised yesterday afternoon with an early Mother’s Day gift. After playing outside for a little while, my husband had me go inside before he and C did. When they walked through the door, flowers in hand, my daughter came up the stairs and said, “Happy Mother’s (Day) Mommy!”.

I’m not big on commercialized holidays but I do think it’s nice to honor the special people in your life on their respective days (Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, birthdays, etc) and hearing my daughter wish me a Happy Mother’s Day (along with a hug and very thoughtful flower presentation) was the best gift I could have gotten. It brought me to tears. Today was wonderful. We slept in (until 9:30!) and then got up and had a nice breakfast together as a family. We ran errands, got the supplies for C’s new big girl room (more on that later), ran some errands, and then enjoyed a nice Lunner (lunch/dinner) at McAlisters. Tonight we’ll watch the season finale of Survivor on CBS before C goes to bed for the night. I literally could not have asked for a better day. Thanks to my husband and my amazing daughter (who can’t read this yet) for making this day such a special one for me. I love you guys to the moon and back.

To all of the wonderful moms out there, including my own mom (hi!): Happy Mother’s Day.

I hope that this day has been a great one for you. 🙂

 

Culture, Parenting, Society

Walking The Line: On Parenting

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As my toddler daughter continues to develop, change, and learn about the world I, too, am growing as a parent. One thing I’ve come to realize over the past few months is that being a parent is really a big balancing act and the future of your child is what’s at stake. One of the toughest things about being a mom is finding that perfect balance between letting your child express their creative individuality and ensuring that they learn the proper boundaries which will help them later on in life. How strict is too strict? How lenient is too lenient?

At two years old, C is constantly on the go. She likes to explore, try new things, and test her limits. I try to give her just enough room to be herself but not enough that she might accidentally get hurt or break the rules we have in the house. But it’s hard, parenting. Sometimes I get frustrated and I raise my voice. Sometimes I lose patience and stick my child in time out when I probably should just sit down and talk to her calmly. Sometimes, okay a lot of times, I feel like a complete jackass. Those are the moments when I realize that we need more balance.

As a mom, I need to understand that my daughter is not perfect. I need to recognize that I’m not perfect.

I need to be okay with that.

I have to learn to take the extra time to help my daughter through a rough moment when we’re out in public instead of offering (sometimes) empty threats of timeout at the store (I have actually had to sit her in time out at Target). I have to recognize that just as I’m learning what it means to parent a toddler my child is learning what it means to be a toddler. I can’t even imagine how difficult that must be for her (it’s probably a good thing that we don’t remember those years) to have this great big world full of challenges and things to explore and to lack the ability to fully express her wants and needs with the people who are responsible for her safety and well-being.

Finding that balance requires me to take a step back, a deep breath, and to look at situations more objectively. To remind myself that my daughter is young and that the moments of frustration she has are only temporary and that it’s my job to help her through them. Being a parent is one of the hardest jobs in the world but it’s definitely one of the most important and it is so, so worth it.

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Toddlerisms: S%&* Happens

I wrote this post yesterday but since I post Mad About It Mondays, I saved it until today…

Poop Happens Onesie

Nap avoidance is something every toddler does and I’m certain there is not a single parent out there that’s immune to it. Lately, C has been trying everything in the book to avoid naps. She’ll throw everything out of her crib and then cry for her blankets and binky, she calls for my husband and me, she’ll ask for food or water, and most recently started lying about pooping so that we’ll come and get her from her crib. When she first started proclaiming, “I pooped!” from her crib, we would (like the suckers that we are) always go check only to discover that she had not. One clever little trick she learned was taking all of her clothes off (diaper included) and so we started putting her onesies underneath her clothes.

Fast forward to last Thursday when my husband forgot to put a onesie on her before bed. Like she does, she stripped down to her birthday suit from her waist down (unbeknownst to us) and finally fell asleep in her crib, underneath her covers. At some point in the middle of the night my husband brought her from her crib into our room (this is common in our household) and somehow did not notice that she was missing her pants and her diaper. I was going to deliver some home cooked meals to my dad (he lives a couple of hours from us) since he had surgery earlier that week and so I quietly got up before C so I could get myself ready for the day. Leaving only about fifteen minutes to spare before we needed to leave, I got C out of bed and discovered that she wasn’t wearing clothing. Thankfully our bed was dry and clean (I assumed she’d taken her clothes off in our bed) but then I noticed that she had something on her legs.

It wasn’t until I brought her to her room to get her changed that I discovered the terrible surprise that was waiting for me…she had pooped and peed all.over.her.crib. Needless to say we had to delay our plans to leave until the situation could be taken care of. I was livid. How could my husband forget something so simple as her onesie? Our morning was disastrous. When my husband and I sat down later that night we had a heart-to-heart about what had happened and how we could avoid things like that in the future.

This weekend was incident free. Today is another story all together…

Sometimes I think our children teach us valuable lessons about life. Today I learned something. Here I was on Thursday so unbelievably angry with my husband because he had forgotten something and I held him personally responsible for my rough morning.

This afternoon C would not nap. I tried everything I could think of to get her to settle down and sleep to no avail. Finally I threw in the towel, put her in her crib and shut her door. The first few minutes she tried her usual tricks, “Mommmmmmmy!!!!! Eat! Eat! I pooped!”. Armed with the determination to win the nap time battle, I ignored her. To my surprise, it worked! Or so I thought…

When I went in to do some laundry I noticed that she was still awake. Not only was she still awake but she was also naked. Not only was she awake and naked but she had, indeed, pooped. Not only was she awake, naked, and poopy but it was also everywhere…and it was the most foul-smelling moment I can remember.

Let this serve as a public apology to my husband for having been so angry last week…I’m sorry. Shit happens.