So as I mentioned in
This is personal writing that I did not intend to share. So the letter below is a very raw piece I wrote to my child. I feel compelled to share all of this now because of the shadow and stigma attached to any child labeled “less than perfect”.
These next few posts were actually not written for this blog, they were just my person pieces, written because that’s how I deal with stress. I decided to blog this part of my life because I think maybe it could help someone else. Also, it is real, true and very relevant to me, and that is what I promise you guys when I write.
So today we are talking all about breastfeeding. I want to start out by saying, this post is about helping women who chose to breastfeed. If you do not breastfeed for whatever reason, I love you all the same.
I’m sure you all have heard the phrase “try looking at the world through the eyes of a child”. Well, I personally never put any thought into those words until yesterday. My 3-year-old daughter changed my perspective, and cured a lifelong fear with just four words. (Mommy, don’t kill Charlotte.)
Today’s post is going to be a little more serious than usual. Ready, put your serious face on kids.
I want to talk about “mom guilt”. Mom guilt; is that disgusting feeling that lurks in the pit of every good moms’ stomach anytime she thinks, does, or says something not revolving around her babies.
So basically you have kids, and holidays completely change. You are no longer leisurely shopping. Planning which house to hit, and which to skip, in order to obtain the perfect holiday meal. You become a complete psycho in hopes of creating magical memories for your offspring. Let me tell you how Easter this year was a total “Mom Fail”.
Starting a family, a zillion miles away from my family, and most of my friends was not part of my life plan. However, it is what it is, and although distance can be a real pain in the ass, it has made me an expect in one area. Traveling with babies.
When I was expecting baby #1, my cousin was nice enough to send me an email with all of her tried and true baby things, and it was a total life saver. I decided to return the favor by sending out an email to all of my expecting mommy friends. Baby stuff is totally overwhelming, especially for first time moms. Here are some of my favs.
Terrible two’s …PSSSSHHHHHH
Whoever said the “terrible 2’s” are the worst needs a good punch in the face. You know why? Because that is a lie. Two year olds have nothing on three years old. Let me just tell ya.