Confessions of a New-to-Two Mommy

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I have a two-year-old boy.

That’s it.

The blog ends there. That says it all, doesn’t it?

No? Okay, how about this?

I have a two-year-old boy and a newborn daughter.

Voila! First blog post, complete!

Empathy? Check. I haven’t slept in 27 months.
Expertise? Check. They’re alive.

 

In reality, its 11:33pm on a Wednesday. I’m stuck in that hard place of “Do I go to bed and get up in an hour or wait the hour, feed Little Bear and then go to bed?” So, Les Mis soundtrack and blog it is. “I had a dream my life would be….”

 Confession #1: I’m not a writer. No worries, I’m cool with it. I’m many things: wife, mother, sister, daughter, friend, teacher, perfectionist, type-A, steering-wheel-superstar… but my sister is the writer. Don’t believe me, when we’re finished here, go visit her blog: Missylouniverse. Luckily for you- I’ve got some time and some things to say, and alas, here we are.

Confession #2: At the top of this page it says “Grateful for Gummies” and I haven’t addressed that: be patient. I’m a little scatterbrained. We will get there, eventually.

Mommy-ing is hard, not news.

Mommy-ing is thankless and the most precious job in the world, back page news.

Mommy-ing is dirty, and silly, and difficult, and exciting and I-want-to-sleep-like-I-did-in-college: now we’re in the middle of the newspaper- the part Grandpa reads while he’s in the loo.

We all know these things, but do we take the time to share them other than the polite:

“Oh she’s so cute.

[she looks like a potato, they all do]

How is life with two?”

[I can’t remember what you just asked]

*blank smile* It’s great. He loves her.

[walk away, walk away, walk away]

So, here I am- to share what I’m too afraid to say when you ask me. For fear of being labeled as “not-cut-out for mommy-hood” when in reality, its…real.

Confession #3: I apparently cannot write a blog post in one sitting. Who was I kidding? More on that another time.

Confession #4: Wine. Actually, not wine. I’d love for my confession to be wine. Alas, I feel guilty for having said wine or any more than the “you can have 1 glass in a 2-3 hour period” or whatever they’re trying to tell me these days. At one point I read “As long as you don’t feel intoxicated its safe to breastfeed your baby.” Ummm… So I avoid it. Should I? Does Mommy-ness mean giving-up wine and company the first 6 months? I’ve lived without for this pregnancy- and the one + 6 months before, I’d live, but who wants to live life that way? (Join me on a tangent: I once went to a birthday celebration including winery tours; I was visibly pregnant. As in, “Can you believe that woman is here? I hope she’s not drinking the wine”-pregnant. Loved celebrating the friend, hated sitting next to the wine. I’d be a terrible addict of any sort.)

Confession #5: Sometimes I give my kid gummies. Ah-HA! There it is! An explanation. Now, in today’s mommy-society it is frowned upon to give your child anything that isn’t hand-picked-grown-in-your-own-backyard-and-blessed-by-the-moon but I give my kid gummies, and I’m happy about it. Granted, they are “organic” (can gummies really be organic?) but I’m not against some Gushers or Ninja-Turtle ones when we get there. We use gummies as a treat of sorts, though Bubba asks for them every day, for breakfast. (What do you think this is, sir? Where is your mother?) Therefore; I am Grateful for Gummies and the things that bring us joy, laughter and a moment of peace.

 

Be Great,

M

 

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6 thoughts on “Confessions of a New-to-Two Mommy

  1. Love this and you, and listening to you figure it out!
    No way to prepare you, just do what you feel is right for you,
    and ignore any judgements. They don’t matter anyway!
    You’re the warm, loving, smart, generous woman and mom
    I always knew you’d be. So proud, not that it matters, just to me!

  2. I love your blog already! You’re definitely a writer. I only have one kid now but this is so true. I can’t wait to read more!!

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