I think I’ve cut back posting on motherhood because I didn’t really realize what a nerve it strikes in some. Like…I don’t feel like I should be judged for how I choose parent my child and I am certainly not looking for any unsolicited advice on how to do so. Also, I don’t judge any of you for the choices you make with your kids. I didn’t realize all this existed — this mommy war stuff — before I had a baby. Why, as mothers, are we so darn mean to each other? For the life of me, I don’t get it. Aren’t we all in the same boat? Waging the same battle? As moms of babies, we’re putting in the days and nights, burning the candle on both ends, so why all the judgement? I don’t really know how it comes off on here, but in real life I am so easy going…I firmly believe there’s no one right way and different things work for different babies. In short, you do what works for you and I’ll do what works for us. That’s the end of that.
All that being said, I don’t want to turn away from posting on motherhood for fear of upsetting people on the internet. Shauna Niequist, who I highly respect as a writer and a person, wrote recently, “Writing about a complicated topic this morning, & realized I was writing bad reviews & comments in my mind–‘if I say this, they’ll say that! Someone will definitely jump all over this part!’ Yikes. Anticipating the words of your critics is death for a creator of any kind. So I’m practicing the disciplines of truth-telling & bravery today. We don’t write for critics & reviewers. We write to connect, to make people (and ourselves) feel less alone. Today: whatever you’re making, don’t make it for the critics. Make it to connect. And I will, too.”
Have truer words ever been written? Since she posted that on Facebook last week it’s been in my head and a silent voice inside has been saying yes, me too. I don’t write for critics, haters or trolls. I write to connect. And whether that’s sharing about motherhood or sharing a cookie recipe, the end game is all about connection.
Now that I got THAT off my chest!
Motherhood is so sweet for us right now.
Grayson is in the perfect roly-poly baby stage and we never want him to get an inch bigger.
Mornings are the sweetest time. I want to bottle up these mornings that are filled with baby laughter, espresso and crumbs in the bed. I feel like I’ve finally really gotten accustomed to my role as a mother.
The days, which used to drag on, now go by so quickly. Weeks and months are just flying by and all I can do is savor every second of each stage. How can it be that Grayson has just about been in the world for the same amount of time that he was inside of me?
It feels like just yesterday I found out I was pregnant, Adam and I laying next to each other in total silence brought on by shock and awe. However, giving birth seems like years ago. How is that possible?
The most shocking thing of all the motherhood stuff I think, is how much I adore being a boy mom.
I’m sure little girls are wonderful but I just really love being a boy mom. It’s hit me hard and unexpected…when I’m buying play dinosaurs, jammies with trucks on them or just curled up nursing. I love knowing that I’m raising a little man. It’s pretty much the best thing ever.
I’m on my computer less and less these days, just trying to soak up every precious moment as it passes. I’ve learned how good it is, how sweet it is, to close the screen, put down the phone and just be with Grayson…whether I’m reading to him or watching him as he plays. It blows my mind just how much I love this little man…and his dad, of course!