Parents want the best for their children. From the moment a baby is born planning begins. In truth, for many preparations commence the minute they realize a new life lives within them. Mothers modify their diets; I knew a father who bought a crib the day he found out his wife was pregnant. We can all agree it is a special time.
I have been learning a lot over the course of this past year. Even now, as I look at my past self several months ago, there is a heavy sense of embarrassment. Possessiveness and jealousy comes easy to someone who is not used to receiving the emotional support they crave as a human being wired for connection.
As I'm writing this, tomorrow is Mother's Day. I'm fully prepared to give my mother the sanguine "Norman Rockwell" style holiday that every mother dreams of. We'll walk to her favorite restaurant, grab takeout, and have a picnic in the park. I'll hand her the crochet doll I've been delicately crafting since December. Her grandmother taught her to crochet, and then my mother taught me to crochet, and now she holds in her hands a hand-crafted effigy of this deep maternal bond.
They are the most unforgettable memories in your in memory lane. That's because you have them from birth, since the time you are born and you come into this world.These memories are very delicate and precious right till the time you die.Well you are very delicate when you try to capture these memories when you are born into this world. But as you come into this world you tend to capture all these beautiful memories.
Any women's first child will always be a pregnancy to remember. It's our first time we are encouraged to gain wait. It's a time we exchange the pain and discomfort of our monthly visits for a whole new kind of pain and discomfort. It's the time we prep for a new life to arrive and prepare ourselves to undergo the most intense naturally occurring pain that any human will ever naturally endure and no matter what you do to prepare yourself, you'll always have that sense of worry and doubt. But the relief and joy really does make everything a woman has faced well worth it.
Religion and I have never quite seen eye to eye. I was raised in a Catholic church, not super strictly or anything—we weren't at church every single Sunday or anything. But my dad always sat with us at bedtime to say our prayers. We were at church on the major holidays and we were baptized and had communion and were confirmed. I, however, was not the perfect little religious child. I was definitely more rebellious than religious. The church that I attended wasn't exactly thrilled when I got pregnant out of wedlock but luckily, I have a pretty cool family and they introduced me to the church I currently take my daughter to.
My son, Samuel, is 18-months-old (or a year and a half, you'll probably be hearing about him a lot), and I CANNOT TELL YOU how many mornings I have woken up to poop in his bed after he somehow ripped his diaper off in the middle of the night inside of his pants. When he wakes up, I shuffle across the hall to his room, and see him playing in poop. By the way, my son wakes up usually between 4:30-5. Yes, that's the morning. He wakes up even before my husband goes to work. So I immediately take him to the bathroom, undress him, rinse him off in the tub, clean out the tub, and run him a bath. Every time. So after his early morning bath, clean diaper and clothes, we go get in my bed and watch Baby Bums on Youtube and cuddle. I make him eggs for breakfast every morning, but he has to have a pre-breakfast, which is usually a banana. Gee, wonder why my brother calls him a hobbit. All of this happens before 8 AM. I go to work, and come and get him. And this starts over every day this way (the poop part may happen once a week, but there for a while it was a struggle).