I recently searched “mothers guilt” to see what other moms are worrying about these days. I wasn’t too surprised when Google came back with over 15 million results. So yeah, it looks like a common thread, it’s real, and I have it. One theme that is on a constant loop in my head these days and you may remember that I have blogged about it before.
I take Mabel to preschool a few times a week for a few hours. When we make the drive I have a pretty solid playlist that we love to sing our hearts out to. From The Beatles to R&B to the 80’s to Disney soundtracks. But once I drop her off I change that playlist, quickly.
I’m a big advocate of breastfeeding. Not the annoying kind as the only person I’m judging or putting pressure on when it comes to breastfeeding is myself.
Mabel took to breastfeeding like a fish to water. Luckily, we had no issues. She LOVED breastfeeding and I produced plenty of milk for her to feast on. And boy did she feast. She was fed on demand. Meaning there was no feeding schedule. I’m not even sure how I maintained that madness but I did.
I always envisioned having two kids. I’m an only child so one would have been fine but two was my dream. So when our sweet Evelyn Penn arrived 25 months after our first Mabel, I was tickled pink. I knew life with two would be challenging but in my head I had it all worked out. Now, I’m not sure what I was thinking as I know fair well trying to make civilized plans when kids are involved just does not exist. At least not in my world. Actually, what’s the saying? If you want to hear God laugh, tell him your plans.
Everything started with the birth of our first daughter Mabel Ray in April 2012. We spent Mabel’s first year on the road while my husband was filming two back to back films. It took us away from my support system of family and friends when I felt I needed them the most. I was a first time mom who needed tips and advice!