To me, there is nothing scarier than leaving the hospital with a brand new human. You are sent out into the world to help this tiny being thrive and grow…and for you to stay sane in the process. Every need is up to you to decipher and fulfill. While inexplicably rewarding, it is the most challenging job in the world.
There are many myths and pressures of motherhood. Tons of standards we, as mothers, feel we need to live up to. I am here to spread the truth. Hopefully, it will allow you to breathe a sigh of relief. We are all human. Not everyone can feed, bathe and dress the baby, while cooking meals, cleaning the house, doing Pinterest crafts, Bento lunches, and manage to preserve your own identity and sanity. I’ve come to terms with the fact that it’s just not going to happen, for me. Are the boys dressed, fed and relatively clean? Am I? Score. It’s going to be a banner day.
I am the mother of two young boys. Mason is 2 ½ and Sebastian will be 1 on Thursday. Talk about busy. Somehow, I manage to get it all done…or at least to a level of somewhat satisfied. (I’ve heard boys are busier than girls. Kudos on the lack of Y-chromosomes, mothers of girls!)
I’m not going to win ‘Mother of the Year’ anytime soon, but I’m certainly going to have fun trying.
Welcome to The MOMster Chronicles.
-A
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