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
Originally published at Mommy Connections East Toronto on March 11, 2016.
I have a theory about adult friendships. Unlike when you are a child, I think there are only certain windows of time when it is socially acceptable to actively look for new friends without appearing desperate. I’m going to call these “friendship windows”.
Some friendship windows include attending college or university, starting a new job, and of course having a baby.
Living in a larger city means it is socially unacceptable to strike up conversations with strangers pretty much anywhere, let alone ask them to hang out with you. As a well-adjusted adult, you are supposed to have your own friends, and therefore be too busy to need any new friends.
Even when you do. Continue reading
I don’t understand birth plans.
I mean, I know what they are, but I don’t really understand why they exist.
I did not write a birth plan. I am someone who likes to plan. I plan for a living. My husband and I planned for a summer baby. (And luckily got one.) I love lists. But I did not write a birth plan.
If I had, I think it would look something like this:
- Get baby out of my uterus. Seriously, get him out now.
- Keep us both safe.