So, I’ve been one of those inconsistent bloggers for whom life gets in the way, and then things will bubble up again and I’ll write. But is it interesting enough to share?
Do I want to be that vulnerable and real for a bunch of internet strangers?
Heck, do people even blog anymore?
But y’all, motherhood seems to be compelling me.
I don’t doubt that the internet is full of posts like this one- full of the thoughts of first time mamas on the other side of the fourth trimester- talking about how we don’t talk about it enough.
Talking about how sometimes in the midst of the struggle to keep a tiny human alive we can lose bits of ourselves. In this photo, our little one had been fussing and crying and didn't seem to want to be anywhere other than my shoulder. But I was exhausted too- She'd been up most of the night before and I still wasn't used to being back at work.
It’s not all easy, or pretty. Not every moment is the snuggling sweetness of newborn photos. There is sleeplessness and worry. There are tears and dirty diapers and endless choices that all seem to be of the utmost importance.
There is time that continues to march on, days that pass slowly and weeks that fly by.
In those first three months of this new life, it seems we are always trying to catch up when one thing or another changes as these tiny wonders we are entrusted with begin to show signs that they have opinions and preferences. That they are, indeed, little people.
And while we are trying to figure them out, we have to figure out the new facets of ourselves given to us by motherhood. And maybe sleep. Or there’s the perpetual laundry pile and the endless list of chores that won’t do themselves. And in the midst of all of that, it’s so easy to lose ourselves.
But the thing about that is that it doesn’t do anybody much good. Our kids grow up seeing us as mamas and not as people. We grow tired of ourselves and lose touch with our friends, our passions- and you deserve better.
There is time that continues to march on, days that pass slowly and weeks that fly by.
In those first three months of this new life, it seems we are always trying to catch up when one thing or another changes as these tiny wonders we are entrusted with begin to show signs that they have opinions and preferences. That they are, indeed, little people.
And while we are trying to figure them out, we have to figure out the new facets of ourselves given to us by motherhood. And maybe sleep. Or there’s the perpetual laundry pile and the endless list of chores that won’t do themselves. And in the midst of all of that, it’s so easy to lose ourselves.
But the thing about that is that it doesn’t do anybody much good. Our kids grow up seeing us as mamas and not as people. We grow tired of ourselves and lose touch with our friends, our passions- and you deserve better.
The best piece of advice I got about parenting was to keep the things I loved before having children in my life on a regular basis: not to lose track of my passions and hobbies.
It’s taken me 6 months to listen but I’m sooo glad I did- after a month (how has it been seven months since she was born?!) I can see a difference in myself in the best way.
It’s taken me 6 months to listen but I’m sooo glad I did- after a month (how has it been seven months since she was born?!) I can see a difference in myself in the best way.
