When you are a parent, each day is full of small victories. And I mean small. Some are downright minuscule.
But we all have days like that, right? Days where nothing seems to go right. Our kids are little terrors who make us count down the minutes until bedtime. Everything is a mess, there is no food in the fridge and you can’t seem to get more than a sip of coffee.
On those days, those little victories keep you going. You feel like someone should come around the corner presenting you with a “parent of the year” trophy. Sadly, no one else seems to feel your day merits any trophies. Even though you feel victorious the rest of the world is not that impressed.
Here are a few times I felt like a Super-mom, but no one else agreed:
Dear beloved son:
One year ago you were born and the world became a better place. You took forever to get here, but when you finally arrived you were tiny and perfect. Worth the wait. You are even more wonderful today.
In this last year, you have grown and changed so much. You learned how to lift your head, how to roll and sit and how to crawl. You are learning how to walk, and I’m sure that will happen any day now. You discovered that you love to move, and so you never stop. Continue reading
My son and I came extremely close to sharing a birthday. So close in fact, that I spent my birthday in early labour. Luckily he waited until the next day to actually be born. Even though he was already a week late, I begged him to stay in my belly. Ain’t nobody got time for childbirth on their birthday. (Especially if you LOVE your birthday, like me.)
So, instead of sharing a birthday, we have my birthday on August 22, my son’s on August 23 and my husband’s birthday rounds out the week on August 28. Everyone in our household is born in the same 6 day period.
At least one person just read that last paragraph and said, “Awww, that’s so cute!” Thank you, you are very sweet, but shut that down. Shut it right down. While it may seem sweet to share (or almost share) a birthday, it is not always a good thing. Continue reading
I didn’t get anything done today. Nope, nothing. Well, more accurately, I got a lot of things done, but none of them are easy to prove to others. I used to feel guilty about things like this, in my pre-baby days. While I feel less guilty now, I still feel compelled to make excuses about why I didn’t manage to do a load of laundry despite being home all day. So, today, instead of giving myself excuses, I decided to write them down here.
Here are the reasons I didn’t get anything done today:
The Olympics continue to make us all into sports fans this week. Last time I wrote about my ideas for Mom Olympic events. (Or Momlympics, if you will.) This week, after watching athletes crush world records in the aquatic events, I started thinking about what kinds of world records would be held by moms. You know, if someone had time to keep track of that kind of thing. (I don’t. Don’t ask me.)
Anyway, here are some world records that would be held by moms:
Anyone else have Olympic fever this week? In honour of the Olympics I wrote a post for Her View from Home about what would happen if moms had their own Olympic events. Though I realized later that I forgot to add “Baby gate hurdles”, I think the other events are pretty solid.
Here’s a short excerpt: Continue reading
I don’t know about you, but there is a charity coming to my door at least once a week asking for money. As much as I genuinely support these worthy causes in spirit, it is impossible to support all of them financially. The person at the door may assume that I am selfish or don’t care about the cause. They don’t know that I have chosen two causes to support which mean a lot to me. Even though I feel terribly guilty telling the very nice representative that I can’t help the refugees/children/animals that their charity supports at this time, I know that it doesn’t make me a bad person.
I think parenting, especially in the early stages, is a lot like this. I wish I had known that going in. Continue reading