Showing posts with label parenting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label parenting. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

The mother I am



When I became a mother in the summer of 2006, I learned two things.One, everyone would assume I knew what I was doing. After all, children were my business and it was my business to know children. I have a certificate that says so. I almost convinced myself that those people were right, but as I found out, a nanny and a mother are not the same thing. A nanny can leave at the end of the day, a mother cannot. A nanny leaves her concerns for the day at the door, a mothers worries are never done. A nanny worries about what one mother thinks, a mother worries about what every mother thinks. I had some idea of what it was like to be a mother, but those were just guidelines.

The second thing I learned is how hard we as mothers are on each other. Praising another mother one second, then judging her choice the next. Convincing ourselves what we are doing is right, then second guessing ourselves all the way. We are never content and rarely are we completely certain. Sometimes I wonder if this will ever change.

Experience has helped me con cure the ups & downs of parenting, while I think my recent move to Dallas has helped me with the latter. In Beaverton, I felt rather like a lone parent, most my friends being at a different stage in their lives. I had to deal with the pressures of motherhood all my own. In Dallas, I am engulfed with parents. My own parents, my husbands parents, grandparents. Mothers my age, many I knew from high school, before motherhood ruled our lives. Mothers at the playground, mothers at church, mothers at MOPS. Forming friendships and connections with so many other mothers has helped me realize I need not be so hard on myself and my decisions I make as a parent.

I've learned that as mothers, we all feel the same basic emotions, and fear the same things. We are all afraid of being judged by the other. In living here, I have learned their are things as a mother I am good at, things I want to be good at and admire in other mothers, and things I can admit I'm not good at and will let go of. I call it my mother list. I recommend every mother have one, just so they remind themselves it's OK to be a goddess in the kitchen, but not enjoy building Lego's with their son. It's OK to be the animated night time storyteller and tucker-inner but just not good at getting the laundry put away in a timely manner. At least it's clean-this week! As mothers, we worry way too much about thetiniest details of our everyday lives (I'm guilty!) that we forget to enjoy the time we have with our children. We forget that other mothers are our biggest supporters, not our enemies.

This year for me (so far) has been about learning what kind of mother I am, and I am glad to have the support of other mothers in my community as I grow,change, learn and adjust. Being a mother is no easy job, but another thing I have learned is I'm never really alone in this adventure called motherhood.





My Mother List

As a mother I enjoy:
~ Planning outings, play dates & parties
~ Cuddles & leisurely feedings
~ Re-living my childhood
~ Being my children's best teacher

As a mother I want to work on:
~ Feeling OK with "mess" & "clutter"
~ Keeping a clean car
~ Getting outside as much as I should with the kids

As a mother I'm OK with:
~ Being flexible @ bedtime
~ Not having enough time for myself
~ Getting behind on my chores

As a mother I am good at:
~ Home cooked, well planned meals
~ Spending quality unstructured time with my kids
~ Planning ahead/ being timely
~ Never taking my children or good fortune for granted
~ I am a multitasking QUEEN

Thursday, April 30, 2009

The weaning of a mother

It is inevitable. The end is right around the corner. I'm just not ready. I'm not ready to let my baby grow up. I'm not ready to quit breastfeeding. The sweet days of leisurely feeding while his tiny fingers entwine with mine are slowly being replaced with his urge to be involved with everything that’s happening around him. I knew it would happen. At first, I said I was going to try to make it through the first month. Once I had the basics of it down, I vowed to make it the first six months. As that approached, I knew I needed to go longer, for the both of us. We were emotionally attached.

My plan for awhile now has been to have him weaned by July, as we have two trips that do not involve children, but as that time approaches I find myself feeling anxious & unsure. I find myself rethinking my timeline, & our vacation as a couple becoming two plus baby.

There are things I want to accomplish before the end. I want a picture of us "together". I want it to be tasteful, & I want it to be B&W. I want to frame it & hang it in my bedroom. There is nothing more relaxing & soothing than those precious moments where the world leaves us alone. I want to remember those moments forever. Though I do not always love Angelina Jolie, I do admire that photo of her on the cover of a magazine. The one with her twins.Yes, she was breastfeeding. Of all the glam photos, that private moment taken by significant other has got to be the best photo shot of her. She is so at peace with herself, so natural. I see nothing wrong with that.
I want to en bed in my mind, as well, what I've loved so much about this experience, a fleeting period in our time together.

What I love about breastfeeding... the excuse to sit down. The feeling that I am protecting my son & nourishing his body. The feeling of being loved unconditionally. The way he curls up close to my heart. Watching him fidget with his ears when he's sleepy. How the top of his head smells. How he rolls his eyes up in satisfaction. The convenience. The connection. The trust. How much he needs me. When he glances up at me with those puppy dog eyes. When he laughs. So much more..so much more I want to remember. Time is not my friend, I know. Some things I will forget. There have been things I've wanted to remember that I said I would when my daughter was younger. But I have forgotten. Those precious moments. So fleeting.

Our purpose for breastfeeding has changed. It use to be for nourishment. Now it is mostly comfort. For the both of us. When he is tired, I am his pacifier. When he is hurting, he turns to me. I know we both enjoy this. I love how much he loves me. It is both a blessing & a curse. I cannot leave him for more than three to four hours a day. That is the sacrifice I have made, but gladly so. I guess I fear being needed less, what it will feel like. The void I will feel in my heart. I am needed in different ways by my daughter. I know this fear is unrealistic. I will still be needed. I will still be loved.

It is inevitable, I know. I will continue to enjoy it, day by day. There will be a last day, I know. With every weaning of a baby, comes the weaning of a mother. But today is not that day. Another small blessing.