This mom stuff is hard. In some ways I feel like I'm already such a bad mom. Is this that mom guilt business they talk about? Afterall, I couldn't take prenatals my first trimester, I've eaten deli meat, haven't exercised more than walking to get the mail, took my migraine medication for awhile before I knew I was pregnant, have eaten terribly, still am in the negatives as far as weight gain, used heating pads, have to take zofran and other medications, have not been listening to clasical music to boost my childs IQ, etc, etc, etc. Shouldn't I at least have a baby in my arms before I get all the criticism for not doing what I'm supposed to or doing what I'm not supposed to?Afterall, the "experts" aka what some random person on babycenter or a stranger at the mall says has to be right, right?
In some ways, I feel like I'm going into this blindly. Like, what's a baby again? But then in other ways, I know I'm not. I knew my baby was a girl from the second I got pregnant. I knew when something was wrong and to go to the doctor. And I already know and love my sweet girl a crazy amount. That has to count for something right?
I don't think I'll ever be that put together mom whose kids have perfectly coordinating outfits and manages a schedule perfectly consisting of soccor, dance, piano, church, school, and manages to volunteer at school and is president of some charity organization. Just ain't my cup of tea.
I plan on letting my kids wear lime green flower print with red stripes....just maybe not on picture day. I plan on helping my kids cultivate their talents and learn the important stuff. I mean the kind of important stuff that lasts forever. I plan on showering my 14 year old babies with more kisses and hugs in a day than they'd care to have in a decade. I plan on lots of fingerpainting, dance recitals, halloween costumes, and unfortunately, stinky diapers. I plan on teaching my kids why life is so great...why THEY are so great.
Sometimes I feel bad that my kids will have to suffer through my imperfections, and other times, I think they might even be a little lucky. Either way, I'm so so so excited to be called "mom."