Prior to having children of my own I thought motherhood would come pretty easy for me. Hahaha, sucker! I’ve learned and experienced some hard truths since having young kids. There’s no such thing as sleeping in anymore. There’s no such thing as having a private moment in the bathroom. I’ve been pooped, peeed and vomited on. I’ve learned and have got pretty good with negotiating and what bribing is all about too. And that’s just some basic examples.
As a second time mom I’m a much more relaxed version of what I was the first time round. I wish I had told my first-time-mom “self” to ignore everyone’s unsolicited advice, with all their opinions and supposed sincere guidance of what my child should and shouldn’t be doing at certain stages of her development. All that chatter served no purpose but to make me second-guess myself at every turn and cause me undue insecurities.
My eldest daughter Mabel has turned three. And with the big 3 in our sights we knew that would be when we made the transition from crib to bed. I’d been feeling some low-grade anxiety about making this change for some time. And with the comments and pressure of others saying ”I can’t believe she’s still in her crib,” well I pushed all that aside because no ones knows the kind of sleeper we have and why the crib has been so important for us.
My husband celebrated a milestone birthday last week. I threw a birthday party for him that happened to coincide with our wedding anniversary, which of course is a big deal to us but I really wanted the celebration to be about him and only him. My husband generally prefers to deflect any attention from himself.
When I married my husband not only did I become a wife but a stepmother too. It was a new situation for me that I felt needed to be handled sensitively and conscientiously. But what I realized early on in my relationship was that these girls didn’t need another parental, as they of course had their own. But where I felt I could contribute, would be by being another set of hands to both parents and to the girls when needed. Now mind you these kids were 13, 16, and 18 at the time. Not babies but still young and extra hands were needed and welcomed.