Benjamin looks just like his daddy in this first photo. Also, I promise he isn’t purposefully flipping the camera off- he had hurt his finger and I just couldn’t help myself.
Parenting is the best job I have ever had, and it’s also the most exhausting. Benjamin turned off my fridge the other day, and I will have to buy a lot of new food because of what went bad as a result.
The other day I told him he was naughty and he said “But it’s funny naughty, momma.”
I feel sooo tired but this kids is sooo wonderful no matter how much he can be the mischievous three year old he is. .
Did you guys know that Mothers Day is the biggest day of a year in most restaurants? Not Valentines Day, or Easter, or even Fathers Day.
I’ve tried to show appreciation towards good, attached fathers & encourage not great detached fathers because I find so much significance in that relationship, in great part because I didn’t have my own bad father reach out to me until I was twenty.
It usually takes someone else offering me praise before I understand the significance of my own role as a mother, because mom guilt is real and you feel that first.
Regardless, this morning as I was finishing blow drying my hair, I looked up in the mirror to which my son is behind me & I think, “Damn, this is life.” With both of my children I fought & advocated for the labor I wanted, I fought & advocated for the way I chose to feed my children (for me this was extended breastfeeding). I’ve made almost every dentist appointment, I’ve made almost every doctors appointment. I avoided daycare for eight years (with the help of some amazing people, and making the choice to work opposite shifts of my husband). I solely potty trained both my kids, solely moved my kids from my bed to their own (co- sleeping is so great, but I really like no one touching me). I cook & clean & I have been solely responsible for coming up with adequate childcare.
I am by no means a perfect mom, I get on myself often, but here I am getting ready for the day with my son behind me playing Lego’s and more days then not my “break” from my kids is bed time. In all these moments where I have felt like I was floating in the past few months, not feeling like any strength was my own, somehow a composite of the energy I knew people were sending me, I did find that I am capable in a way I had forgotten. I am not sure why I forgot this- perhaps fear of being alone? Regardless as much as the past few months rocked my world, what and who I had been as a parent has been true since my children were born.
There are so often times I get resentful that I don’t get or have more help from their fathers in the ways that would lift some of the more taxing & daunting tasks off me.
The first time we used our @Airfort in the living room it was raining outside.☔️ Now it’s blazing hot out so we’re stuck inside again.☀️ Basically, we’re adding this to the summer activities list, come rain or shine. It’s such a fun way to “build” a fort inside without the cleanup.⠀
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