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.
I was raised with a very strong work ethic, all thanks to my mother. As a single parent, she often worked not only one but often three jobs just to keep us afloat. They may not have been her dream jobs but she did what she needed to do for us. The magnitude of her commitment as well as her unwavering determination to succeed as a mother has set the bar very high for me. Her acts of love and examples of how to take on challenges are something I will always be grateful for.
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 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.