Being a mom is both nothing like I thought it’d be and everything I expected. I’ve always been introspective but motherhood really brings it out in me. What else am I supposed to do while rocking a fussy baby alone in the dark at 3am…?

Here are some truths I’ve learned over the past +13 months.

These are the good ol’ days.

Yesterday, today, two weeks from now. There is some “good ol” in every day. The newborn stage wasn’t for me, but looking back we had lovely days just lounging around together (because I was too exhausted to move). M is a freaking monkey and I am dead tired by the end of the day, but when I ask for “snuggs” and she wraps her arms around me and bite-kisses me, I know I have it good. And there are so many good ol’ days to look forward to with her.

You trade one mess for another.

As I hang Moo’s clothes in her closet she sits under my feet and unpacks the bins of bows and hats. While I wash dishes in the sink she squirms in her highchair and rubs spaghetti sauce in her hair. It’s chaos and the only way through it is understanding that if you want to get anything done, you simply trade one mess in for another.

There is no good & bad- just baby.

We were so proud of ourselves for training M to sleep in her own bed. But at 4am when she just wants to be held you know what I can’t do? I can’t bring her to our bed because she thinks it’s playtime. I love that we have a super little eater but you know what she does when I have ANYTHING edible in my hand? She fusses and cries because she wants a bite. She knows where her nose is but sticks her finger in it if you ask about it. She loves the dogs but sometimes won’t leave them alone. There’s no good and bad… there’s just a baby figuring it all out.

You find a focus & you obsess.

It seems like moms fixate on one or two things. “I MUST breastfed and my worth is based on my success… We WILL follow baby led weaning to the T and we will not supplement with purees… My child NEEDS to sleep X amount of hours in the morning and X amount at night to ensure perfect REM sleep”…
I’m the sleep mom. And it’s paid off, but I have been the sleep police with Moo since week 4. It’s funny how parents pick one or two areas to OBSESS over. Pay attention- because we definitely do it.

And perhaps the most bitter truth…

She will never love me as much as I love her.

It sucks having this realization. Then I realize how much my mom actually loves me. And K’s mom loves him. And really how much any half-decent mom loves their kid. And there is no possible way for that child to love their parent as much. It’s selfish to wish that she would, but dang…

And on that note…. I’m going to go scroll my phone and watch newborn videos.

What has parenthood or aunt-hood or guardian-hood taught you?

4 thoughts on “Baby Talk: What I’ve Learned

  1. That mess thing, where you just replace one with the other…is still happening over here. And you are so right about each parent having their main focus points. Mine was sleep as well. Because your girl cannot operate on no sleep. I do not miss the early newborn days at all. I used to have so much anxiety about sleep and when I could get some! But those newborn cuddles…there really isn’t anything like that. In rough phases I try to remind myself that one day she will be off to college or married or whatever, and I am going to miss her so much and wish for these days back. Not peeing alone and all.

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    1. Ha… good to know the mess thing rings true through their entire childhood. I love looking back on the pictures of newborn M, but when I remember where I was mentally I’m grateful to be in the here and now 😉 I refuse to think about her leaving for college. Hahaha.

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  2. Absolutely crying reading this… I know that M will never love me as much a I love her, but sometimes I wonder if she will never love me as much as she loves me RIGHT NOW. So whenever she brings me a book, I always read it to her. I spoil her as much as I can because, well, she’s a baby and she needs it, but also because I know how lucky I am to be loved by her. And because I want to eat up her pure, amazing love.

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