These Are Crazy Times – Mommy Blogger

Elyse Lalonde has always called Saskatoon home. She started on the motherhood journey in the Summer of 2015 when she had her son. Elyse is a working mom, always seeking a fine balance in life with a busy toddler. As a MommyConnections “alumnus,” she enjoys socializing with moms and babies her son’s age. Elyse has always enjoyed writing and journaling, and hopes to share her experiences (good, bad, and sarcastic) with the online parenting community in Saskatoon.

The stress and anxiety in our communities, on social media, and at the dinner table are palpable.

This time last week, the COVID-19 virus was just talk and conversation amongst friends and family. And in such a short amount of time, our world has shut down. Just like that.

We are adaptable beings. We’re parents, after all. We know that some days are just done on the fly, while some days are carefully crafted, orchestrated and executed with precision (parenting wins! Few and far between…) But mostly we know that routines and days can be derailed at any given moment with a hangry preschooler, a major diaper blow-out, an unexpected tantrum (in essence, all tantrums), a sick kid, a cancelled play date, etc. We have to be flexible because we’re parents. We know how fast things can change.

I like the word resiliency. Anytime I hear it, I instantly picture Martin Prince from The Simpsons, who in one episode explains to his friends that “individually, we are weak like a single twig….” We are easily broken on our own when pressure is applied to us.

But when we are surrounded by other twigs? We form a mighty bundle! Not easily bent or broken.

Resiliency is our ability to bend without breaking. And we can’t be fully resilient alone.

I for one know it is tough to have a routine and lifestyle disturbed. It feels like the rug has been swept from underneath me, and I am now responsible for creating a daily routine out of the opposite situation I normally find myself in: staying in the house, not venturing far, not visiting with anyone face to face besides our own family. But we have been called to make lemonade from lemons. And those creative juices are flowing… Thank goodness for the Internet!

Just remember, mama, through this whole scary situation– You are enough. Our kids might be used to all sorts of activities and routines, and you might feel like the days inside will be long and difficult. Let’s remember to be gentle on ourselves, our kids, our spouses. We will get through this difficult time as a community, and come out stronger on the other end.

Take heart in the simplicity of our new situation. There is no place to be at any designated time. There is no need to rush your kids into their clothes for the day. Let’s make memories, instead of worrying about the current state of the world. We owe that to our kids, and to ourselves.

PS – I want to commend our local community businesses for thinking outside the box to maintain engagement during these difficult times. Organizations that are still running classes and programs, and reaching people at home, via technology– Thank you! Your continued engagement with those of us at home is a beacon of light through a dark tunnel.

 

Hello! My name is Keira, and I am a new mom to a beautiful baby girl.  Motherhood is as everyone says – the most amazing thing.  It is also the hardest, loneliest and most exhausting thing.  I’m here to share both sides of motherhood with you.  I hope you enjoy.

To my friends who became mothers before me,

I get it now.

I’m sorry if I didn’t give you enough of what you needed in those newborn days.  If I only came to visit once, and didn’t think to bring you food, or a coffee – or both.  I should have asked you if there was anything ELSE you needed picked up before I stopped by: your groceries?  Sure, no problem.  A second pacifier for baby?  You got it.  A bag of adult diapers?  I got you, girl.

If you have older kids, I should have taken them to play and burn off some energy.  Or kept them and baby entertained so that you could take a shower (I had no idea how sacred those 5 minutes alone in the shower could be – until I had a baby).

I should have asked you how you were really feeling, because I know now how hard it is.  Everything is so foreign to you, including your own body.  Everyone knows that having a baby is life changing, but you really don’t understand it completely until you’re in the trenches.  I’m sorry that I didn’t know how intensely exhausting trying to feed a baby is.  Whether you’re breastfeeding, exclusively pumping, bottle feeding, or a combination of it all – it’s all so damn  hard.  The feelings of guilt can be so thick that I should have been able to feel it; and if I didn’t, I’m sorry.

To my friends who are now back to work after maternity leave, I feel for you.  I still have eight months before my time is up, and the thought of leaving my baby sends my anxiety through the roof.  You are so strong, and if you ever feel as though you aren’t – I’m here for you.

Most importantly, I wish I would have told you a million times what a warrior you are.  You’ve given your all to a new human being – you now wear your heart on the outside.  Everything you do now is for that little one and for that, you are AMAZING.

 

Jillian Guenter. I’m a 24-year-old wife and new mom to our daughter “Baby G”, as I refer to her in my blogs.  She is the new adventure in our marriage and the smile bringer to our everyday.  She is the main character in my stories lately, as she teaches me something new every day.  I love writing about her and the everyday happenings of mommy life, so I’m extremely excited to join this blogging group!

In this age of #filterfree, we praise stories that, at least claim to be, raw, unaltered truth.  The act of sharing our struggles and weaknesses with each other has benefits beyond what I could write about in a blog, so I won’t.  But there is a side-affect to this, somewhat of an unspoken credence society has come to accept, that it’s better to tell the bad than the good…in the name of truth of course.  It’s as though the simple, good stories without tear-jerking captions, have become, well, boring.  And it affects the mommy-world in a way I’d like to address.  Here it is.

With the utmost respect for every mom, every pregnancy, every struggle, every heart-break and every experience that any mom has ever gone through, there are a lot more good stories out there than bad.  We just don’t here them.  If I was a childless millennial considering having a kid who decided to peruse through mommy chat rooms and Facebook groups for some idea about whether I wanted to pursue having a child or not, I would probably decide against it.  The Internet is absolutely full of stories about ladies who gained an enormous amount of weight through pregnancy and two years later haven’t been able to shed a pound of it.  Instagram has no shortage of pictures of moms bravely sharing photos of their post-baby bodies that would make a kidless woman scared to risk putting her body through that.  Story after story has been posted about horrendous birthing experiences that would frighten even the bravest woman from ever attempting to have a child.  And it’s all in the name of truth and sharing, and there certainly is some good to it.  But it’s terrifying, and it hugely misrepresents what becoming a mom is most often like.  If I were giving advice to that childless millennial considering having a kid I’d say, there’s way more good than bad.

Here’s some truth.  And this stuff’s good.  Lots of women have relatively easy labours that they’re able to recover from in weeks.  Some of us actually get into the best shape we’ve ever been in post baby because being a mom keeps you on your feet 24/7.  There’s a pretty good chance your body will go basically back to the way it was before a baby and you might not even have to starve yourself to do it.  The image Hollywood loves to play up of the over-tired, zombie-looking lady who is desperately trying to make herself a cup of coffee amidst diaper blow-outs and failed attempts to breast-feed is also incredibly inaccurate in most cases.  First off, 99% of moms would make that cup of coffee before all the chaos and it would solve a lot of the problems.  Second, many of us don’t have a whole lot of trouble breast-feeding based on the fact that many babies are complete and total milk-monsters and will do pretty much anything for some mommy milk.  Thirdly, the zombie look isn’t great.  But in reality, many of us wore make-up pre-baby and continue to wear make-up post baby and don’t look model-worthy without it whether there’s a baby around or not.  Oh, and diaper blow-outs happen, but buy quality diapers, make sure they’re done up tight and on straight, and you’ll only have to deal with a few.

Again, I completely understand that each and every mommy-experience is different and that some are a million times more difficult than others.  But the fact is that we’re unnecessarily scaring young women out of having children in the name of “true stories” and we’re discouraging women who have relatively simple and easy stories from telling there’s.

So to the woman out there wondering if having a baby is a good idea, it’s awesome. There are a few difficulties babies bring into your lives, but a million more reasons to love being a mom so darn much.

Our rice sensory bin can be a bit messy but we set it up and just have a broom handy. To make this bin we got a bag of rice and wanted to dye it so it was more visible. IMG_0377To colour the rice you need food colouring and rubbing alcohol. You can do small batches to make rainbow coloured rice (ex: a bag of red, a bag of green, etc.) – to save time we just did 1 solid colour.

We used rubbing alcohol because the rice won’t absorb it like water. If we were to use water and dye the rice would absorb that water as well as the dye making the rice wet. By using rubbing alcohol the rice only picked up the dye, leaving the rice dry and perfect for a sensory bin.

We added the bag of rice to the dye

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And then we let it sit for 2 hours (the longer you let it sit, the more dye it will absorb – so for a lighter colour you won’t let it sit for as long (about an hour) and for a deeper colour you would let it sit for 4+ hours. IMG_0386

Once the rice was the colour we wanted it, we drained out the rubbing alcohol and laid the rice out to dryIMG_0387Once the rice was dry (a couple hours) we added it to the bin

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We had enough rice so there was about 2 inches of rice along the bottom of the bin

We then added some different toys that my daughters can play with in the rice, along with a little shovel and strainer

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Macaroni sensory bin

Schools and daycare are closed and I’m sure you’re looking for ways to keep your child entertained. We love our sensory bin and change out the contents every couple days to keep things fun and interesting. This is also great for moms with a new baby and an older child – keeping your busy older child preoccupied while you feed baby.

I like the macaroni because it’s big enough that it’s not a pain to clean up but also small enough that my daughters uses their fine motor skills to pick up the macaroni. We wanted to dye the macaroni to add some colour and make it more visible – but this isn’t necessary – you can use regular pasta. To colour the macaroni we placed it into a pan.

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We poured a mixture of food colouring and rubbing alcohol over the macaroni

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We used rubbing alcohol because the macaroni won’t absorb it like water. If we were to use water and dye the macaroni would absorb that water as well as the dye making the macaroni wet and soft. By using rubbing alcohol the macaroni only picked up the dye, leaving the macaroni dry and perfect for a sensory bin.

And then we let it sit for 2 hours (the longer you let it sit, the more dye it will absorb – so for a lighter colour you won’t let it sit for as long (about an hour) and for a deeper colour you would let it sit for 4+ hours.

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Once the macaroni was the colour we wanted it, we drained out the rubbing alcohol and laid the macaroni out to dry

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Once the macaroni was dry (a couple hours) we added it to the bin

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We had enough macaroni so there was about 4 inches of macaroni along the bottom of the bin

We then added some different toys (construction themed) that my daughters can play with in the macaroni, along with a little shovel

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My daughters love this sensory bin. They like to fill the dump truck up with the macaroni and drive it over to unload it.

My name is Jen and I’m a mom to two beautiful boys (age 3 and 8 months). I love being a mom, which is partially surprising given I used to be the first to politely shake my head “umm, no that’s OK” when someone would bring their new baby to the office and pass them around the gaggle of women who couldn’t wait to have their turn. Now I’m that woman, currently on my second maternity leave, doing all the baby things and loving it.

For the first 6 months of my second son’s life, he didn’t really have a bedroom. The change pad was on our dresser and his bed was a portable play pen in our room. A clear plastic drawer unit was a make-shift dresser, but more accurately, his clothes were in piles on the floor, dresser, bed, and various surfaces around the house. Son #2 is a big guy and has been wearing his brother’s hand me downs since he was born. How I did things the second time around is very different from my first.

Other moms, especially new moms, might relate. How many of you had the nursery set up beautifully for your first child? A crib with adorable sheets that matched the curtains and the paint colour, inspirational wall quotes about the future, and perfectly folded clothes in each drawer. I remember being in full nesting mode before my first son was born and one day, I reorganized the entire dresser, trying to figure out which drawer would be most convenient for when I picked out perfectly coordinated outfits for my new baby. A dresser, I might add, that was perfectly matched to his crib, and that took my husband and I two days to assemble. Seriously, two days? Who has that kind of free time? Then I barely knew the difference between a onesie and a sleeper, and I was unaware that sleepers with hoods are useless, and snaps on baby clothes are the devil’s handywork.

Fast forward six months when my second son’s room also doubled as the guest room – a perfect getaway for family and friends. “And right here is a crib, perfect for hanging clothes. You’ll notice this box of wipes makes a great suitcase rack. Welcome to our home, the epicentre of chaos. It even comes with a crying baby alarm to wake you on the hour.” There are no pictures on the walls, no cute sayings in picture frames, no diaper pail… just a Costco-sized pile of diaper boxes and a plastic grocery bag hanging on the doorknob filled with dirty diapers. You might say, my standards have relaxed significantly this time around.

That’s just how it is when you have small kids, especially when the second one makes his appearance. I didn’t have time to get things organized and honestly, I didn’t really care this time. What I cared about more was playing and cuddling with my boys and collapsing on the couch at the end of the day, eating all of the snacks I dreamed about during the day and watching comfort TV, like Gilmore Girls, for the tenth time. (My husband secretly watches it with me, poking his head up now and then from behind his phone to say, What? Isn’t she with Luke yet?)

There were days when I felt overwhelmed by chaos and clutter in my house. The lack of space and order drove me crazy some days, especially combined with the cabin fever that comes with being stuck inside with a baby all day during a long Saskatchewan winter. I would try to tidy up, picking stuff up from one surface, only to realize there was nowhere to put it down because every other surface was also covered in stuff. I wistfully looked at my dresser, with the change pad on top and smears of diaper cream on the drawers and wish for a grown-up bedroom like the magazine pictures. Then, I’d have to let it go and get on with changing another diaper.

The other day I finally got to setting up my son’s room properly. Out went the guest bed, in went an old dresser we had in the basement (no assembly required), and in went all of his things that were formerly strewn around the house. It felt good to give him a room of his own, especially now that he is getting bigger and emerging as a real little person, not just a baby. And then, in the next moment, I looked at my newly cleaned and organized dresser, and I felt so sad. As if a stage was ending. My baby was growing up. And he was suddenly missing from our room, even though he is only a few steps away across the hall.

Every stage is bittersweet and being a parent requires constant adjustment. Each day I have to let go a little more, relax my standards and lengthen the invisible rope that ties me to my babies, knowing that everything is unfolding exactly as it should, one pile at a time.

 

My name is Teri and I’m the proud mama of a busy, hilarious, brilliant toddler and an awesome, beautiful, snuggly baby. Being a mom is a challenging and beautiful adventure that nothing else in my life prepared me for. Luckily, I have an amazing husband who is there through all the ups and downs, awesome friends who are happy to share their parenting knowledge (or at least laugh with me through the chaos!), and an extended family who is always ready to help. I work as a marketing and communications professional when I’m not at home on maternity leave, and I love sharing my experiences as a mom.

I am the proud, happy and tired mama of two busy little boys. We are still adjusting to life as family of four—our newest little man joined us on September 5, so he is still a couple weeks away from the five-month mark. Factor in that he’s a terrible sleeper, which means my husband and me are not getting as much rest as we’d like these days. And add to the mix our energetic, too-smart-for-his-own-good two-and-a-half-year-old, and being a mama is taking up much of my time, and basically every ounce of my energy these days.

But in those rare quiet moments, when I’m not playing hockey or reading a story or making supper or cleaning up messes, my mind starts to wonder what’s next. Not for our family, but just for me. [Insert shocked gasp here.]

I know, I know. As busy mamas it’s hard for any of us to find time to step out of that role. It’s also not easy to do it without feeling any guilt, as if we’re somehow cheating our children if we’re not around them or thinking about them every second of every day.

In my specific situation, we also spent a great deal of effort and energy struggling with infertility before we did have our boys. So essentially, growing our family has been my primary focus for the past five years or so. That’s a long time! I’ve also had other things going on simultaneously of course—time with some amazing friends, celebrating others’ weddings and babies and milestones, and working full time in an interesting job with creative, insanely talented people.

But when I think about the last time I truly thought about what was the next step for me—not as part of our family, not as a mama, but for me personally—I struggle to pinpoint when that was. So now that I feel like there’s a glimmer of that on the horizon, I’m excited about what that might look like.

There will come a day in the not too distant future (I hope) that our youngest son will go to bed and actually stay there for a stretch of time. And I will have this crazy thing on my hands—free time! Of course, not always. Laundry isn’t going to magically start doing itself, and it’s unlikely that my oldest will stop spilling on the floor literally any time he eats anything. However, sometimes the tidying will be done, or will be able to wait. And I can plan, and dream, and do, and start to find myself again as my own person, with my own passions and interests and goals.

Don’t get me wrong—I love being a mom, and it will always be a top priority in my life. But I know I will be an even better mom, and a better partner for my husband, if I also take the time to find and do the things that bring me happiness, away from those roles. So while I soak in the milestones and special “firsts” my boys are hitting at a record pace right now, I’m also looking forward to setting and hitting some of my own.

 

I am Amanda Grace. I am a full time working mama of 2 beautiful sassy girlies and 1 handsome husband. I started blogging a few years ago and have recently published a blog the Blue Bird Journals. My goal for blogging is to inspire and support other parents. I want others to know that they are not alone in tough times and that they have someone to celebrate the good times with too! I truly believe the corny saying ‘sharing is caring’. ❤️

​I invite you to browse my site at www.bluebirdjournals.com or catch me on instagram (@bluebirdjournals) or facebook (@bluebirdjournalsblog).

In the spirit of Bell’s Let’s Talk Day I would like to share a bit about what mental health means to me and my family.

When I was 16 years old, I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety. It is something that has stuck with me and I have had to deal with several times in my life. I have shared this with many people in my life and I think for some, it comes as a surprise, or at least I have been told this from time to time. I am a very happy person, always smiling and always looking on the bright side of things. So how can such a happy person be a person with depression? My response usually goes a little something like this: “Well, having depression and anxiety does not make me a negative person, it does not define me. It means there are times in my life when I can’t seem to find that happiness. Something in my brain isn’t working the same as your brain and I feel depressed. I am able to put on a happy face when I need to but there is more going on in my life in those moments then what you see on the surface.”

It is definitely something that is hard to explain. I know when it comes to the time when I have to explain my mental health illness to my daughters, I am going to struggle to find the right words. Not because I am ashamed but because I want them to know I’m okay no matter what. I have learned how to deal with my depression and anxiety. And even on really bad days, I have learned that it will be okay.

One thing that may be different about my story then some others, and I am so thankful for, is that I have been beyond lucky to have a very supportive family who got me on the right track and helped me in learning to take care of my mental health issues. This, for me, has meant counseling, medication and lifestyle changes.

So when that day comes to share my story with my daughters I not only want to show them that having mental health issues does not define you but I want to lead by example to show that there is a lot of strength and resilience that comes from having these issues.

I know there is a chance that one of my daughters will grow up to have a mental health issue at some point in her life. And just as my family did, I want them to know they are supported, loved and that they too will be okay. I want them to feel like the world is not judging them for it.

So for today, let’s talk. Let’s share our stories and our support for mental health. Being a mom is hard enough as it is and we are judged all the time, so let’s start here. Because all moms with or without a mental health illness deserve our support today and everyday.

 

Amanda

 

I’m a teacher, wife and mom of a very proud soon-to-be big sister. My blogs highlight the happy and humorous moments of parenting. I love music, writing, the outdoors and mommy-ing and I enjoy sharing how kids have a magical way of making favourite past-times like these even better.

A conversation before Christmas with a fellow mom and friend got me thinking about this topic, and, ironically, I’ve been analyzing it all in my mind ever since.

In a world where, throughout our careers, we are bombarded with stats and crazy amounts of analytics, where every move we make is measured and carefully placed on stats sheets, where our billable hours are documented down to the half hour, passing through the portal from work-world to mom world can be a difficult one.

Where are the progress reports?  What did we accomplish all day?  There isn’t an app for that. The only app that might give a sliver of evidence as to how much we really do all day is the Apple Watch app that would typically show we tripled our steps goal, move goal, stand goal and are probably in the negatives in the calorie department.  But even that says nothing about the specifics of what we actually did.  It just proves it was a lot of…something, or more accurately, somethings.

The funny thing is that even if these things could be graphed in real time, they would look something like this: Kid A threw her spoon of food two less times than yesterday- a 0.03% decrease.  Or one could put a different spin on it and note that the distance of said child’s spoon flings averaged 4% further than yesterday.  Good for the up and coming baseball star.

And amidst these less-than-impressive stats, our kitchens can still be less than sparkly, our laundry can sit half done, and we can be four days into an unintentional hair detox.  None of what you can immediately see would look good on a spreadsheet.  So what on earth results from all our expended energy?

The most amazing things.  That’s what.  And the results are right under your nose…or likely on your hip…or sleeping in your bed…or wrapped around your neck.

Look at the little creature who knew zero words six months ago and can now speak in sentences.  Consider the little being who could be laid on your bed mere months ago without the fear of moving at all, who can now follow you to the next room within seconds.  Never mind the hilarious stories from the mouths of cutie pies who, a year ago, couldn’t tell you more than the fact that they wanted more milk, or the gooey fruit chews carefully wrapped in sticky Kleenex handed up to you from chubby little hands as gifts just when you need them the most. You did that Mom, your work and sweat did that. You taught them about Love and you show it to them everyday in the simple life you give to your kids.

Spread sheets and stats and analytics are great, and if what a mom did could be quantified in that way it would yield results off the charts.  But the results don’t fit on the charts in the first place.  So just know, that what you do is amazing and important and worth every bit of the energy you pour into it.

 

My name is Christina Hnatiuk. I am a mom of one little boy, Marshall. I am married to a wonderful man, we will have been together for 6 years, married for 3. I work full time in Human Resources and part time as a Ukrainian dance instructor. I love to try new things, especially new restaurants and food. In my free time, which is hardly ever, I love to bake, specializing in cheesecakes. I am looking forward to sharing my adventures in life with everyone!

“Have kids they said, it’ll be fun!” I say to my husband as our 3 year old is throwing a full blown tantrum because he wanted to put his jammies on without a pull-up and we said no. It’s now just after 8, and his bedtime is 7. As a new year’s resolution we went cold turkey and took his nighttime bottle of water away, now he drinks from a sippy cup and it’s been really successful. But on nights like this I really want to give him that bottle back and let him use it as a coping mechanism. And of course get some well needed rest. Did I forget to mention, I am 28 weeks pregnant with baby number two?   Everyone says the “terrible twos”, but I would go back to two any day. Three has been a blessing and a curse in so many ways. As a struggle through this trying time, people say “oh ya three is the worst”, where were these people when two was the worst? What should I expect for four?

My son is such a sweet boy. He loves his mommy and daddy, his grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins and especially his dog. He is like this 90% of the time. He expresses his love often and without embarrassment, sometimes too much for some people. He is polite, says thank you for everything, and you’re welcome when he is thanked. He is so smart. He has large vocabulary and uses words that no three year old would know! And he is funny. I don’t mean “he’s so cute” funny, I mean actually funny. He makes me laugh daily and always brings a smile to people’s faces! Like I said 90% of the time, this is my kid. Then the other 10% rears its ugly head and my kid turns into a GIANT asshole. I know some people are going to read this and be appalled that I call my kid an asshole, but he is, and I’m sure lots of you think that about your kids from time to time. Don’t get me wrong I love him more than anything in the world and I am sure that love with just double when I have the 2nd one. But sometimes I don’t like my kid.

He needs to do everything on his own. I actually love this about him. He is so independent and love learning new things. I am so proud of him. But one thing he is not willing to learn is how to use the potty. Potty training has been a long, hard battle. I have tried everything I can think of, except keeping him home for the 3 day method, because who has time for that? (Although once I’m on mat leave this may be my only choice) He is really good at peeing on the potty but terrified to poop. He now is into hiding himself from us so that we don’t know he’s pooping. I am at my wits end and ready to give up. “Don’t worry it will happen, how many kids go to school without knowing how to use a potty?” this is what people say to me when I talk about this. Honestly I’m sure there are some. I hope this stage ends soon as I really don’t want 2 kids in diapers.

The tantrums are exhausting. It’s mentally, physically, and emotionally draining. It’s always over something super silly too, like if I zip his jacket up. Or put his shoes on the right feet. I forget that he doesn’t understand how trivial these things are and find myself losing patience. Bed time is the worst. It’s a constant battle of burst of energy right when we get to his room, to creative stalling techniques, to full blown tantrums because he wants to wear his dirty socks to bed and I took them off. The next thing I know it’s an hour later and we are just crawling into bed to read a story. Then its “I need someone here”. We have been in a great routine of staying for a few minutes to snuggle, saying goodnight and closing the door. We get a few calls, and pop in to check his diaper from time to time but mostly our evenings have little to no interruptions. That is until the New Year. He still would take a bottle to bed. It was his security blanket. No pacifier, no sucking thumb, no specific stuffy or blankie needed. So I didn’t push it too much. But my husband and I decided with the new baby coming and the fact that he’s 3 we should probably take it away. So Starting around Christmas, and for the next week we would tell him no more bottle after New Year’s. He was fine with it, and when January 1st rolled around he took it like a champ. But now bedtime has reverted and he is staying awake so much longer than he used to. By the time we get to actually leave his room, which is now more like 20-30 minutes of “I want mommy”, and then another 20 minutes of “I want daddy”, he still plays and sings till way past 9:30. We have to leave the house by 7:30 each morning, so he’s up at 7, and barely human. He still naps 1-2 hours every day, and I’m starting to think he doesn’t need to anymore, that maybe without a nap he’ll actually fall asleep. But I guess I’ll see how that progresses as we move on through this process.

What was the point of this lengthy diatribe you ask? Basically no matter what anyone tells you, 2, 3, 4 or 17, parenting is hard.  And we should be honest and open about our struggles, share our stories with others. This way when a mom is embarrassed that her 3 year old is not potty trained, or when a mom still lets her 4 year old have a pacifier, or when that mom in the grocery store is standing there with a screaming toddler, we don’t judge them. We stand united, support each other, offer an “I feel your pain” smile and show kindness instead of judgement, maybe we will make this whole parenting thing a heck of a lot easier.  My kid, soon to be kids, are the best thing to happen to me, but I’m sure in 3 years I’ll be looking at my husband at 8pm saying, “have another one they said, it’ll be fun.”

“As Mothers (Parents) we are in it together-raising the future. We are a tribe of future makers, so let’s support each other.”- Martha Hermer

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