Go Write about Politics

Article after article.  Blog after blog.  Opinions, controversy.  Are we Mom Enough?  The Time Magazine spread started something big.  I didn’t read the article, but the picture was enough for me.  And I have something to say to the author of that article; Yes we are!  Us moms, we got it covered.  Go write about politics.

This morning my girls woke up crying.  Both of them.  I’ve said it before.  It happens to everyone.  You know the drill. I needed to get both of them fed and pack up the car all before the baby’s first nap.  One day.  4 bags.  It was chaos and there was limited time.  There was a lot of crying, some yelling, a ton of frustration, and then we were on our way. 

As we drove off, I started feeling a little guilty for the way I acted in the morning.  I mean, I was breaking out into a full on sweat and the baby was hanging on me and my toddler was a bit out of sorts.  I was short tempered.  Looking back, I know I could have been calmer.  I was thinking of all of these things are we drove in silence with the music softly playing in the background; the baby asleep and my toddler calmly listening to the music.  The song, “A thousand years,” by Chiristina Perri came on:

I have died everyday

waiting for you

Darlin' don't be afraid

I have loved you for a

Thousand years

I'll love you for a

Thousand more

It tugged at my heart strings.  I have loved both of my children for a thousand years…

I reached my hand back to my daughter and held it tight.  I looked in my rearview mirror and saw her face light up. 

I am enough.

I just put my baby to sleep.  It was such a fun day with grandma and grandpa.  I took her upstairs and sat with her to snuggle with her and give her the bottle.  It is a new atmosphere; a different house, a new room, the pack n play (not the crib) but one thing remained…me.  She caressed my arm as she drank.  I crave that touch.  I look forward to it every single day.  And then I thought, so does she.

I am enough.

My friend is a working mom.  She feels guilty about leaving her babies every single day.  She misses them so much and loves them beyond words.  She sends me pictures and videos sometimes of her twins and I hear her voice in the background; that sweet familiar voice.  I hear the joy and love in it.  It leaps out from the video.  She finds so much happiness in her children and she soaks up every single minute that she has.  She worries when they are sick and rejoices in the good.   

She is enough.

I don’t have time to make homemade sauce.  My house is messy most of the time and full of toys.  I wear sweatpants a lot.  I have to get my hair highlighted…yesterday.  I love ordering take out because that means I don’t have to cook.  I left my house with dishes in the sink. 

I am enough.

Women constantly put pressure on themselves.  Am I pretty enough?  Skinny enough?  Smart enough?  Am I super mom?  The answer is simple: 

As long as we love our children unconditionally…

As long as we love ourselves unconditionally…

As long as we try our best every single day…

We are enough.  So maybe, Time magazine would be better writing about politics instead of writing about mothers, whom they know little about...

Pay It Forward

Yesterday morning was my toddler’s last day of school and we had it at the park. I was talking to another mom who has 4 kids.  Yes, 4!  I said to her, “that is your whole life; your children.  That must be so hard.  Do you ever get time?”  And she looked me square in the eyes and said to me, “thank you for saying that.”  I smiled at her warmly.  She seemed a little flustered and then she continued, “sometimes people don’t understand why I can’t drop everything and meet them somewhere.”  She was looking for something.  Understanding.  Well, she got it from me.  I can’t imagine 4 kids and I cannot imagine how hard it is.  “Well today,” she finished, “I blow dried my hair and I feel good.”  God Bless her!  And I said, “God Bless you.”   There was no competition between us.  We talked; we shared; we understood.  It was a nice moment.   

This morning, I went to the store and an older lady (probably around 68 or so) asked me if I had children and how old.  I said, “Yes, I have 2.  One of them is almost 3 and the other is 9 months.”  --“God Bless you honey,” she said to me.  Ahhh…that felt good.  4 little words and they worked magic.  Somehow I felt like someone paid it forward to me.  I gave that same compliment yesterday and I know it affected that mom.  And today, just when I needed it, she gave it to me.  Understanding.  I smiled and thanked her. 

This afternoon I got a call from my toddler’s allergist.  I found out that along with dairy, eggs, peanuts, strawberries, and sesame, she is also allergic to gluten and soy.  I was distraught.  Beside myself.  I still am.  I’m exhausted from thinking of new things to feed my child.  And now, there really isn’t much she can have.  I don’t know what to do.  I am sad.  I texted my friend about it and she instantly came by to drop of a treat for me so that I could feel better.  What did I do to deserve this kind of friendship and empathy?  When things like this happen, I can’t help but feel inspired to do it for someone else.  To pay it forward.  To give another mom who is distraught; a lift.  To really, truly be there for others and listen and identify with them.  After all, isn’t that why we are here?  To help one another.    

The last blog I wrote kind of sparked something inside me.   A friend made a comment about how hard it is to be a mother and how competitive women are with each other.  I regarded that comment; thought about it; and determined how true it felt.  Sometimes, this is truly, truly the case.   It is hard to be a mom these days. It’s competitive and worrisome.  My mom always told me, from the moment I gave birth to my first daughter; do not compare your baby to other babies and do not compare yourself to other moms.  Ok; that is like telling me not to breathe; be human.  I will try; I will fail.  I will try again.  And so on, and so forth….. –Sometimes it is easy and sometimes it is hard.  It is easy when I have moments like these.  These women truly made me feel wonderful.  When things like this happen, I forget about that mom who laughed at me during a bad tantrum moment.  I forget about anybody who ever made me feel like less of a mom.  I forget about the competition, the judgment, the differences and think about the similarities and the goodness.  Let’s focus on that!

So, even though it is hard to be a mom today; to figure out the rules in this crazy game of motherhood; to wonder if you are doing anything right; to keep going when you feel judgment.  Know this…there are other moms out there who will do everything they can to lift you up; to listen; to have compassion.  They will be your rocks during this process and they will nourish your head and your heart enough to make you want to give back.  They will make you feel that whenever you get a chance to do it, you will.  And that is how you pay it forward…

Karma

Let’s set the scene…

An overtired toddler.  Hungry.

A hungover mother.  Before coffee.

A gym class with rigid rules….

Disaster!

The class started at 10:30 and by 11:20…she was done.  Her listening skills went to sh@t and my tolerance started taking a dive.  Bad combo.

I heard her across the room, screaming “No, No, NO!”  And, I knew.  It was going to be a bad few minutes.  She wouldn’t listen to the teachers and wouldn’t listen to me.  “That’s it,” I said, “we are leaving.”  “No mommy, no mommy, no!”  Jeez.  What to do, what to do?  Do I drag her by her hair?  Tempting.  But, I know I have to be somewhat calm.  We have an audience.  That is the worst part of it.  The other looks.  The judging.  How will I respond?  I tried to keep cool.  But, the other mother giggling in my direction didn’t help.  “What?” I said.  She responded, “It’s just so funny to watch the baby scooting around.”  Yea??  That’s funny to you?  Now???  No, what is funny is my toddler crying and carrying on and my baby crawling around everywhere.  An out of control scene and I couldn’t handle the situation at hand.  That was what was funny to her!  And in that moment, I didn’t like her.  She is a sweet lady, but that was the LAST thing I needed to see.  But, laugh away my friend because I know she will be there soon.  She has a toddler and a brand new 4 week old.  It’ll happen to her.  The same scene.  Karma.

It has happened to me before.  I’ve giggled to myself at the misfortune of another mom, but then I’ve paid the price a few minutes or hours later; and then I’ve kicked myself.  Just when I thought I had it good, I then realized…I’m no better.  I’m exactly the same.  I’ve judged before.  And now…I have no reason to judge at all.  I’ve laughed before, but now, I have no reason to laugh at all.  Before kids, I’ve shook my head when my friends put their kids behind the television and now, I’ll do it for some peace.  Crackers for lunch; not in a million years.  And now, crackers for dinner as long as she will eat.  I am not allowed to judge any other mother.  And, I will not do it.  I will empathize with them, hug them, and give them nothing but quiet understanding.  I expect the same in return.  So, I will not be mad at the mom who laughed at me today, because I have done the same in the past.  But, I will silently smile to myself when she is in the same predicament.  Because then I’ll know that the heavens are aligned and somehow, someway, karma will kick her in the face.  I don’t even have to see it.  But, I know its coming! 

With that said; so what…I had a bad morning.  But, I had a blissful afternoon.  And now, as I sit here with both my girls sleeping comfortably in their beds, I will sip my coffee, play with my IPhone, and unwind.  Because I know, once those girls wake up, there will be tears, whines, and tantrums; knocking me back into reality; letting me know that with the bad comes the good and with the disaster comes the success.  I had a bad morning, but right now, everything is looking up.  And, I’m getting a much needed and well deserved break after a crazy and extremely wild morning.  You know what that is….Karma; kissing me on the lips.    

When I think

When I think about my mom, I think about angels and roses.  She has wings like an angel and the sweetness of a rose.  She puts herself last.  She is patient and kind, charming and giving.  She sees the best in people; in me. 

When I think about what kind of mom I want to be, I think about her.  I want to put myself last.  I want to always come from a place of love.  She was always there and still is.  She is home.

When I think about moms in general, I think about self sacrifice.  I think about women who do whatever they can to make it work for their family.  I think about everything they do for their family and everything they don’t do for themselves.

When I think about my old friends who are moms, I can’t believe that we started out as children together and now we are moms together.  I am proud of them; of us.

When I think about new moms I’ve met, I am grateful to have them in my life.  I call on them to vent, to share, to laugh, to understand.

When I think about working moms, I think about how hard it must be to juggle a job and children.  To balance.  To make it all work.  I applaud them.

When I think about stay at home moms, I think about how hard it is to feel significant.  To get through the long days.  To balance.  I applaud them.

When I think about every single mom in the world, I don’t feel alone. 

When I think about how significant it is to be a mother and realize the magnitude of what we do….I feel great responsibility.

When I think about it all; especially the impact we have on our children, I am humbled to the core.

Motherhood starts with loving hands, is etched with loving hearts, and embraced in loving arms.

I am grateful to all the moms in my life who make me feel that I am not alone.  Thank you.  I am grateful for my mom for guiding me and showing me nothing but unconditional love.  Thank you.  I am grateful for my mother-in-law for letting me into her family and treating me like a part of it.  Thank  you.  I am grateful to be a mom. 

I am grateful….

Happy Mother’s Day!

SLEEP!

Right now, sleep trumps everything.  Everything!!!  I think about it all day long; the moment I can lay my head on my pillow and go to sleep.  Do you ever find yourself dreaming about your bed?  We went out to dinner on Friday night and at one point, my eyes were crossing and I drifted away.  I thought about my warm covers and big fluffy, cozy pillow.  I could.not.wait until I got home to bed.  I had a wonderful time at dinner with great company, but my precious sleep was calling my name.  Loudly!!  Enticing me with its warmth and love; waving its finger at me telling me to come home this instant.  I’m watching the clock.  It is getting late.  How many hours of sleep will I have if we leave NOW?  It is so funny because I used to be a night owl.  The party would start at 9 pm.  But now, I will gladly get up at 6:30 am if it means I’m in bed by 9 pm sharp!  When did that happen?  One answer: BABIES! 

Last night, the baby woke up and cried a few times between 9:30 and 10:30 pm.  Was it going to be a bad night?  I hurried up and closed my eyes tight.  Please Lord let me have a good night??!!  I just want to sleep through the night.  I want a deep, dark sleep.  I’m making deals with a higher power.  “5:30 would even be ok,” I’ll say out loud.  “As long as I don’t wake up once during the night!”  I want to dream and forget about my kids for the night.    That is all I ask.  Here’s my thing; I will love and hug my children all day long from morning until bedtime, but once the night hits; you are on your own kid.  C-YA!  My kids will sleep.  I will make them sleep somehow.  Because, the truth is; I’m really not a barrel of laughs without my 8 hours.  I need it to feel human.  Don’t we all??!! 

I sleep trained both of my children.  For me, it worked.  I trained my toddler when she was 9 months old.  I remember driving around for her naps when she was 4 or 5 months old.  I literally was bending over backwards to get this child to sleep.   I would sit in the car and read a book.  Not a bad deal; but not for me.  My mom gave me good advice.  She said, “it worked for the time,” but now you just have to create new habits.”  So, I decided that I had to change this situation.  So, I sleep trained her so that she would nap in her crib and go to bed well.  I got tired of rocking her to sleep and then cautiously putting her in the crib, only to have her scream and repeat the process. Repeat.  Rock.  Put down.  Scream.  Repeat.  Arg!  Blart. Snarf! Crap! GO TO SLEEP!!!!!!!!!!

 I love my children, but I am not going to spend 2 hours getting them to sleep.  Sorry, I have lots of TV to watch.  The training took her 2 weeks and it was hard.  But, when it was over, I created a good sleeper.  I sleep trained my second baby at 5 months.  It took a while, because she was so young, but it was successful.  And now, she takes 2 consistent naps a day and goes to bed at 7, without a peep.  Thank heaven. They both know how to self soothe which I feel helps them getting to sleep but also in day to day life.  It creates independence.  And there is also a consistent routine. I think that kids rely on routine.  In my opinion, knowing what to expect is important in creating healthy habits, growth, and intelligence.  So for me, it worked.  Thank goodness. Because, I need to sleep and forget about the day…just for the night.  Leave me alone.     

But, it’s a crap shoot, right?!  We never know what the night will bring.  When the sky darkens and the lights go down, we never know who will cry; who will wake up; will we get a full night’s sleep?  We never know.  So, we can sleep train, and close our eyes tight, and pray and make deals, but it doesn’t matter in the end.  Our kids will wake us up! And, we will rub our eyes and drag our feet to their rooms; trying to make it better so that they can lay back down and let us get back to sleep.  Please.  Let us sleep.  We need it.  We love it.  We are owed it.  We work so hard as parents and this is our one indulgence; beautiful, wonderful, sweet sleep.   Let us have it!

Autopilot

Why is it that my toddler wakes up crying in her bed every single day?  Agh!  Hit Autopilot.   I can get through it.  The baby wakes up at 6:15 am; hit it.  Its fine, its fine, its fine…I can mentally check out for a while.  I don’t want to live my life on autopilot.  I really don’t.  Yet sometimes, it is necessary.  On Friday I went to the grocery store to grab a few things.  Groceries in hand, baby attached to me in the bjorn, toddler scurrying behind.  That’s the scene.  And, I’m nowhere to be seen in there because I have left the building, so to speak, and autopilot has taken over.   I hit autopilot when we have to run our errands.  “Hold my hand when we cross the street.”  “Stay close to me.”  “Put that back.”  “Over here.”   Cue the smile.  Cue the polite nod when a stranger coo’s at the baby.  The blank stare; that’s me. 

Sometimes I use it when I’m trying to get through bath time.  Someone is driving the bus, doing the motions, washing the butt, but it isn’t me; it is just a small piece of the real me.  During autopilot, I can sing songs, answer questions, and/or change diapers.  Convenient. 

But, autopilot isn’t good when I feel like I am in a constant state of pressing that button and flying blind.  Never a good thing.  It was kind of a rough week though.  I barely made it to the end of the week.  I barely crawled on my hands and knees to Friday evening.  I was so tired.  I needed something to wake me up from the monotony of life.  The baby had a cold, my toddler had a stomach ache, and I had an exhausted state of mind.  Snap out of it!

But then Saturday hit and things started to look up.  I went to an exercise class in the morning and then we drove out to Long Island to see friends in the afternoon.  We needed it.  We needed to see friends and chat and get out of the day to day grind; laundry, dishes, whining, crying; blah blah blah…… and I snapped out of it and made it to the other side.  I realized; everyone goes through the same things.  Everyone has to deal with whining and crying and hitting and pulling hair and it is ok.  Everyone does it and everyone hits autopilot from time to time.  Sometimes it is the only way to get through those moments; the not so wonderful moments.  The truth is, I cannot be playing hop scotch through the grocery aisle with my toddler.  Nor can I jump in the bath with my kids and enjoy a bath party.  No mom in the history of moms would do something like that.  I don’t think.  I cannot and will not embrace every single millisecond with my children.  It is just not possible.  But, I’m not alone.  Sometimes we have to let the second-rate moments be just that; simple, boring, run of the mill minutes that I hope pass quickly and get me to that wonderful 7:00 hour.  Bed. 

And then sometimes, we will have wonderful moments as a family and I will be extremely present and flying the plane with my eyes wide open.  Like tonight, I spent time with my toddler after the baby went to bed and we took happy, silly pictures together.  And, we had a ball. 

Or, this afternoon when we went to a carnival and I sat on the blanket tickling my little baby love.   

In the end, I allow myself to hit autopilot when I need to and I will not feel guilty for it.  It is necessary.  I am not a super mom.  Everything cannot be peaches and candy every single second of the day.  Sometimes my baby will need to get changed in the parking lot of babies r us.  Sometimes my toddler will throw herself around in public because she doesn’t want to leave the carnival. And I will get through those moments however I can.  I will use those minutes of autopilot when I can let the motions take over and my mental exhaustion can take a well-needed rest.  And when I have it good, I’ll take the wheel, put on my sunglasses….and let it soar!

POP!

I will not complain, I will not complain, I will not complain.  I’m trying to tell myself this over and over again because if I don’t say it to myself, I will.  It is just one of those days where I feel like running straight to the coffee and twix bars and then hiding under my blanket with a book and a flashlight.  We are still reeling from the doctor’s visit yesterday.  My baby is 9 months old now.  She just had her well check-up and she is doing great; thriving…thank goodness.  But the actual visit was another story. 

When we got there, the baby pooped through her entire outfit; up the back, down the legs.  God forbid I had another outfit or onesie or even a blanket in the diaper bag.  I was not prepared for that.  The story of my life.  So, the baby was naked for the entire visit.  I’m very grateful for the warm day yesterday.  When the doctor walked in, for some reason I felt like crying.  I’m usually the type of person that is very calm and collected.  Nothing really fazes me too much.  I try to keep an even keel.  But, I felt overworked and underpaid yesterday.  Funny?  Nah!  I did.  I felt like I needed a lunch break or something.  How about a little quiet time?  But, I will try not to complain.

Then, the baby had a finger prick that went haywire!  She bled all over me and herself.  They said they had never seen a baby bleed that much from a finger prick.  Check.  So now I have a naked, bloody baby with her hand wrapped in about 40 paper towels because the band aids were all bled through.  Check.  As I walk through the waiting room to go home, I see the other moms glancing from their People Magazines and baby carriers.  My toddler is crawling (yes crawling) behind me because she is hungry for dinner and I’m bloody, holding my naked bloody baby with nothing but a pair of socks and a pink polka dotted bow in her hair.  Wow!  What a sight?!  I just look up and smile and say, “It’s one of those days.”   The other mom, God bless her, smiles and says, “I’ve been there.” 

If I can make it until bed time, I’m golden.  I did, but not before dinner, baths, screams, whines, spit up, tummy aches, drama, Dora, dishes….and then…peace.

I was hoping I would wake up this morning to a nice, easy day.  Nope.  Not happening today.  My toddler woke up crying with a tummy ache that just seemed to be hunger.  Drama.  If I was a balloon, I would be blown up just to the point of bursting.  It’s getting bigger, bigger, bigger…Someone just pop it already and get it over with.  Maybe then I can start anew.  But, I will not complain. 

I will not complain because I know things can be so much worse.  I will not complain because it is really not that bad.  I will not complain because sometimes all I need is a little perspective.  This is a part of life; motherhood.  These things happen and even though they suck while they are happening, they make me appreciate the good moments even more.  These are my babies.  They need me.  I need to stay focused for them.  I need to stay calm and collected.  I need to show lots of love and smiles for them.  So……………POP!  I popped the balloon myself.  And now I’ll start again at the beginning with a smile, a cup of coffee, and perspective.