Motherhood

My personal anti-teen-pregnancy campaign.

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Not too long ago, my daughter was insistent that she wanted to be a mom and she wanted to be a mom right now. She was on the mom kick for quite a while. It wasn't just the mom thing. She wanted to be an adult and a parent. She was done with being a kid. This phase ended with the following conversation: 

Me: "You know, if you are an adult, you have to go to work." 

Isis: "I could go to work. That would be ok." 

Me: "If you are the mom, you have to scoop the cat poop." 

Isis: "I guess I'm ok being a kid for a while." 

And that was that. She no longer wanted to be the mom. 

But, I can understand the desire. I have recently had the opportunity to be taken care of by my parents again and it's disconcerting. While being a kid is a load of fun playing and no real work, the lack of decision-making is intolerable. The inability to act on your own behalf and to hear "no" at every turn would be maddening. To be told that you can't touch things, do things, get things, it would be enough to make someone insane...like a 3-year-old. 

After my surgery, I couldn't drive a car. i couldn't get my own meals. I couldn't even get a cup of tea and sit on the couch. I had to have help with everything. And suddenly, I had another window into my children's world. It's no joke when they want to drive the car. I wanted to drive the car with a fierce longing. 

So, I feel for my kids now. That lack of independence is crazy-making. But, they have good trade-offs. The holidays are pretty much totally about them. They're still a few years off from worrying about money. And they have so much energy. Although they may envy my independence, I envy their energy. 

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Tuesday, August 14, 2012

At our house, we just had all of our birthdays. Isis turned 5. Orion turned 3. I turned...well, let's not talk about that. 

When the kids were younger, all the toys made noise. I thought that all our friends and family hated me. Now I know they do. My kids have reached the age where all the toys have a thousand pieces. 

We are awash in toys. Our house looks like a toy store exploded. There are small people, backpacks, cars, pricesses, and animals marching through every room. There are balls rolling down the stairs, trains on the tables, and unicorns traversing the couch. I am afraid to vacuum. I'm afraid to walk in bare feet. 

On top of the toys, there are sparkles. It seems that everything is sparly. This does not just apply to the toys. I bought myself some eyeshadow for my birthday and it is sparkly. I had no idea that eyeshadow transfers to so many things throughout the day. My shirt sparkles, my hair, my purse, the kids' hair, the car, my desk, my keyboard. I will never be able to look at anything again without seeing sparkles. I even pulled a shirt out this morning and it had a sparkly sweat stain on it. It seems I am now sweating sparkles. I don't even know how that's possible. 

And it's not just my eyeshadow. The toys sparkle. Lotion sparkles. Lip balm sparkles. Between my daughter and I, we have enough pixie dust to lift the whole state off the ground. I'm not sure when the economy hit such a dark spot that we all needed sparkles, but we are clearly there now. 

So, our house is like some sort of fairy wonderland for children. It is a sparkling miasma of toys. I'm surprised children aren't flocking to our house from all over the world, drawn by the luring song of this idyll. 

But, I'm glad they are not. They would probably bring more toys with them. 

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Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Single parents of the world need to band together.

When people are in marriages, they have a partner to rely on. They can share the work. If mom forgets to send lunch with the kids, maybe dad (or other mom) can go get the lunch. There are two people to run those errands. Two people to keep from having to take the kids out in their car seats to the grocery store for one ingredient. Two people to split the clean-up duties when everyone is sick.

But for us single parents, we are on our own. Sick kid? Forgotten lunch? Toy left at the store? We are on our own, so let's load up and drive all over the place repeatedly. Sometimes, it can get overwhelming.

That;s why we need to band together. We need to share the load. If one person has left something at home, maybe another single friend can go get it. We can take each other's kids to the doctor for shots. We can be there for each other when the whole family is sick.

We need to band together in small groups. Maybe just two people. A pair of people helping to meet each other's needs.

Wait! Wait. A pair of single people getting together to raise a family....

Nevermind.

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Monday, January 23, 2012

Being a mom puts a whole new perspecitve on sooooo many things. Before I was a mom, I remember feeling overwhelmed. That would happen on days when I got in a nap and read a book for a while. Now, I laugh at myself. Naps are things for kids. They're the time I can get the floor mopped.

Lately, when I have a day I get all the housework done, I feel like I've accomplished the impossible. If, in one day, I vacuum, do the laundry, change the beds, mop the floor, take out the garbage, polish the counter, clean the bathrooms, and brush the dogs, I feel like I have earned some sort of award.

I've had days at work where I helped save a life. I've had days where I've been part of the birth process. I have had some pretty amazing adventures and travels.

But a day where I get a bunch of housework done makes me realize that when I was growing up, it was just expected that my mother would do all the housework, make dinner, take care of us kids, and work.

I'm not trying to down-play saving a life. But usually when you're saving a life, people let you focus on that. Kids never let you focus on anything. Turn your back to vacuum a room and they will find a way to endanger their own lives.

Mothers are multitaskers. Period. And my mother did it without the community we have now through the internet. She was trying to keep my brother and me from somehow destroying ourselves while keeping the house together and fighting on the frontlines of the gender equality war. I don't think she saw it that way.

My mother just saw that she was taking care of what needed to be done. But isn't that what makes a super hero? A dose of humility?

I think people sometimes wonder how I can depend so much on my mom when I'm an adult woman. Frankly, I'm just trying to get a little advice. She knows how to do it all. How do I do it? And then, there are some days when I just need her to come save me. I'm going down for the third time. If anyone can save me, it's my mom. After all, she's a super hero.

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Sunday, October 23, 2011

I look at knowing how to cook as kinda like working from home. I really like food. I like good food. And to have a good meal that is well-prepared, flavorful, and has a lovely presentation, I don't even have to get dressed much less put on shoes. But there are times when you really need to go out.

As a single mom with two small children, going out to eat is slightly scary. You have to be fully emotionally prepared for the experience. Mostly, you have to be willing to just let people hate you.

I pick up thrown and dropped food as we eat. I tip my serviers well. I hoarde napkins. I bring wipes. But still, there is just no way to keep it a lovely experience for those around you and those serving you. My kids will scream, crawl under the table, accidentally filp food across the room. They're not being bad. They're not wild. They just have poor coordination and an inability to exercise self-control for that long. They're children.

Tonight, we went out with some friends. And let me just stop right here and say that I have the most wonderful friends in the world. Facing my situation, my friends really stepped forward. My kids and I have been loved and taken care of very well. Tonight a good friend took us out to dinner. We had a great time. The food was wonderful. The company was even better.

The key is truly to roll with it. As long as everyone at the table thinks it is funny to see a pile of food in someone's crotch, all will be well. If anyone is uptight about it, the evening is ruined. Tonight, we laughed and laughed. The kids ran and ran. At home, they dropped into bed and fell asleep before I even pulled the covers up. It was fun for everyone.

And that is the amazing part. I have such a great time as a single mom. My friends are key. It's odd because I have a lot of friends who don't have kids. But my kids and I are having a blast. On the phone, my daughter told one friend, "when will we see you again? I miss you." She then asked, "who are you?" It doesn't seem to matter. She loves them all and they love her.

So, to all of you who are not part of our party, but happen to be in the restaurant, I'm so sorry. We didn't mean to get ice cream in your hair. But feel free to join us. We are having a lot of fun.

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Monday, July 25, 2011

Welcome to The Breastfeeding Cafe Carnival! This post was written as part of The Breastfeeding Cafe's Carnival. For more info on the Breastfeeding Cafe, go to www.breastfeedingcafe.wordpress.com. For more info on the Carnival or if you want to participate, contact Claire at clindstrom2 {at} gmail {dot} com. Today's post is about your first experience nursing in public. Please read the other blogs in today's carnival listed below and check back for more posts July 18th through the 31st!


 

My first time breastfeeding in public...

I've never been one to do anything halfway. Breastfeeding both of my kids, I was a hider. I remember sitting in the car, breastfeeding the baby, while my family was in a restaurant. I was in tears. I felt left-out and like I was a bad mom. I was resenting the baby for changing my life to the point I couldn't even eat a meal. I was feeling so sorry for myself. I thought I would be locked away the entire time I breastfed.

The first time I breastfed in public wasn't much of a decision. I wasn't feeling strong. I wasn't feeling like making a statement. I was just really hungry. We were outside on the patio at one of my favorite Mexican food places. We were right by the sidewalk and the street. It was the middle of the day.

The baby was getting fussy. We had just been served our food. I was out with my conservative parents. I can't stand hearing my babies cry. I HAD to do something for him right now. But, I was really hungry and didn't want to give up my warm food.

So, I pulled the baby over and with everyone and their dog watching, went through my normal struggle to latch him on. No, I didn't cover. The second I threw something over Orion's head, he would unlatch, often painfully, and look around. I just did it how I would in hiding and went back to eating...trying not to get food on my nursing baby.

Yes, my parents were a little unsettled. Yes, other people looked. But, I was hungry!

After that, restaurants became one of the most comfortable places for me to breastfeed. While most people might take it away from the table, I figured that a restaurant was precisely the right place to feed both me and my baby and I loved knowing we were eating at the same time.

I breastfed my baby while sitting right next to other diners in a crowded restaurant and while trying to feed my toddler daughter. Breastfeeding just became part of the routine. Like bringing a bib or wiping down everything in a 20 foot radius at the end of the meal.

Finally, I was out of the car with breastfeeding. And it felt good.

 


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Saturday, July 23, 2011

Welcome to The Breastfeeding Cafe Carnival! This post was written as part of The Breastfeeding Cafe's Carnival. For more info on the Breastfeeding Cafe, go to www.breastfeedingcafe.wordpress.com. For more info on the Carnival or if you want to participate, contact Claire at clindstrom2 {at} gmail {dot} com. Today's post is about breastfeeding and your online communities. Please read the other blogs in today's carnival listed below and check back for more posts July 18th through the 31st!


 

I'm truly amazed at what you find online. I have come to accept that the internet is my primary source for finding everything from a friend to talk to about a difficult situation to a replacement part for nearly anything. The internet is it. But what does the internet have to do with babies and breastfeeding?

When I had my babies, I realized something: Everybody has an opinion. Everyone who has ever had a baby has ideas about it and they are willing to share.

Being a mom is frustrating and trying, exhilarating, and confusing. People always ask about what book they should read to help with all their questions. I always say that there isn't one. One book is one person's opinon. It may work for you. It probably won't.

But the internet... the internet is EVERYONE's opinion. From Mommy bloggers to online question and answer forums, the internet has the answer to every question times a billion. Instead of one person's opinion, you get everyone's opinion. Post your frustration over latching on Babycenter.com and you get 50 answers. You can pick what works for you. Afraid to go out in public breastfeeding? Google it and find hundreds of wonderful pictures of moms breastfeeding in the sunshine with other people around. Feeling like a failure? Post your frustration on Facebook and all your friends will cheer you on. Fidn your local le leche league meeting. Get notices about upcoming nurse-ins.

The internet is a mom's best friend. I didn't use it to reach out when I started breastfeeding. I was in an online Master's Degree program and when I was done with my schoolwork, I didn't want to touch the computer. But, I wish I had.

After my program ended, I found so many great, supportive resources. I read the tweets of Dagmar Bleasdale and her breastfeeding support kept me going longer than I otherwise would have. I have always found solace through my blog and my friends on Facebook. Their cheering has helped so much. I now belong to an online single mommies group that has become a tight-knit community that is the most supportive group of friends I have never met.

I encourage every mom to look at the internet as part of your support crew. Breastfeeding is just one part of having a baby and having a baby does not come with an owner's manual. The best thing is to get a wide range of opinions and there is no better place for that (outside of a family reunion) than the internet.

 


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Saturday, July 23, 2011

This post was written as part of The Breastfeeding Cafe's Carnival. For more info on the Breastfeeding Cafe, go to www.breastfeedingcafe.wordpress.com. For more info on the Carnival or if you want to participate, contact Claire at clindstrom2 {at} gmail {dot} com. Today's post is about how birth experiences influence breastfeeding. Please read the other blogs in today's carnival listed below and check back for more posts July 18th through the 31st!


 

"Help me. Help me. Help me." I crawled around on my kitchen floor on all fours crying out for anyone to help me. I was in so much PAIN.

This was my birth experience. It was not what I expected. I had seen a lot of women give birth. I was relatively confident in my ability to handle pain. But, giving birth myself was PAINFUL!

It got better. My midwife brought in a kid pool and inflated it in the living room. The water helped so much that I slept between contractions. By the time I had my daughter, I was exhausted, disappointed in myself, and I had killed a plant and probably scared the hell out of my neighbors with all the screaming.

(People always ask me about the plant. It turns out you should talk nicely to your plants. If you scream at them, they die. My lovely jade plant withered and died before our eyes as I labored.)

Being exhausted, scared, and disappointed is not the way to start out breastfeeding. I hadn't really thought about preparing my support people for breastfeeding, so when I was that exhausted, my family suggested I sleep and they would give the baby a bottle. I knew I didn't want that, but I was so tired. Thus, began an uphill battle.

I fought the good fight with breastfeeding, but it was a fight with my daughter and my family. It shouldn't be a fight. It did not go well.

With my son, I learned. I took the fight out. I dealt with everyone ahead of time and made it really clear what I wanted. I also told myself it was ok. I allowed myself to sleep. I didn't have to be hyper vigilant. I had support.

Breastfeeding my son went very well.

We prepare for the birth experience. We take classes. We think about it. We plan for it. We pack bags. We make our wishes known. We get our support people lined up. But, the birth experience is the shortest part. We breastfeed for months or years. We are parents for the rest of our lives. I think we are over prepared for the birth and under prepared for the rest.

When taking classes and making plans for the birth, make plans for breastfeeding. Talk to your support people about what you want and how you want it handled when you are sooooo tired and the baby is hungry. Talk about what you want to do when you are feeling defeated or disappointed. In the same way you choose the doctor or midwife who will birth your baby, find a lactation consultant or le leche league meeting before you have your baby. Talk to people who have breastfed in public.

That first moment. That first time you breastfeed your baby isn't always as easy as people make it sound. It is a beautiful moment, but knowing you have the support you need will make it so much easier.

 


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Thursday, July 21, 2011

Welcome to The Breastfeeding Cafe Carnival! This post was written as part of The Breastfeeding Cafe's Carnival. For more info on the Breastfeeding Cafe, go to www.breastfeedingcafe.wordpress.com. For more info on the Carnival or if you want to participate, contact Claire at clindstrom2 {at} gmail {dot} com. Today's post is about nursing in public. Please read the other blogs in today's carnival listed below and check back for more posts July 18th through the 31st!


 

Please, please breastfeed in public. Please, please, please.

I am so tired of the controversy. I am so tired of hearing the jokes and hearing idiots giggle about “milking” men because they have nipples too. I’m so tired of the idiocy surrounding breastfeeding.

You know what? Those kids have gotta eat. We tell these new moms, who are worried about getting everything RIGHT for their babies, that breastfeeding is best. We vilify them when they don’t breastfeed or don’t breastfeed long enough. We have posters at bus stops about breastfeeding. We have public service announcements.

Then, we launch these lovely women, overtired, hypersensitive to criticism, worrying about how much their baby is eating, peeing, and pooping, out into a society where no one is breastfeeding. We let our teenagers (and other idiots) make fun of them. We let them get thrown off of planes. We allow them to be removed from stores and restaurants. We tell them to feed their babies in dirty toilet stalls. We treat them like we are ashamed of them for doing what we told them was right.

Yes, it can be a fight. It can be nerve-wracking to breastfeed in public. Encountering someone opposed to breastfeeding, dealing with the jokes and nasty asides, and being asked to leave, are horrible. But truly, they aren’t common. And the more you breastfeed in public, the better you feel about it and the better we all feel about it.

If the idiots see people breastfeeding regularly, it doesn’t have the same power to make them giggle. If stores and restaurants just have to deal with it on a daily basis, they will. If people consistently breastfeed on airplanes, people will get over it.

Yes, it’s a boob. Boobs are all over prime-time television. Frankly, boobs are all over the place. They are in advertisements, hanging out of tank tops, and sneaking their silhouettes into the public conscience everywhere you turn.

But, with a baby on them, it is simply having a meal. That’s it. We have meals in restaurants, in our offices, in our cars, walking down the hall, etc. You know those commercials where people are walking around eating their Hot Pockets and people are offended. This is NO DIFFERENT.

Babies have to eat. Boobs are involved in that process. There is zero reason that we should have to hide our babies as they eat. Frankly, I don’t think I’ve seen an adult eat who isn’t more disgusting while they chew. I don’t get to throw a blanket over the heads of adults in the food court at the mall. I don’t get to throw the man next to me off the plane because he can’t chew and breathe with his mouth closed.

I remember being afraid to go out. I remember running to my car to breastfeed. And, I remember the first time I just decided to do it. I was at a restaurant. My son would NOT breastfeed with anything over his head. I had not finished my meal. I wanted to eat. So did my baby. So, I breastfed him. And, I ate my meal. Everyone was fine with it. I felt so empowered. I COULD breastfeed in public. It was ok. Suddenly, I could leave the house. I could run my errands. I could be a part of society again.

I encountered a woman breastfeeding in public one day. She was trying to balance the cover and the baby and her breast. She was having a really hard time. She looked defeated. I told her that I would happily sit next to her and hold her cover. I did. She got her baby on breast and I just sat and chatted a little with her. Why not? Why should she have to be a pariah because she’s feeding her baby?

So, breastfeed in public. Enjoy the sun at the park. Enjoy a meal out. Enjoy not having to time everything in your life just so. And know that a lot of the women there wish they would have seen you breastfeeding in public when they had their babies. Because they wanted to do it too.

And if you’re not breastfeeding, support someone who is. Stand by the breastfeeding women. We have told them to breastfeed. Their babies are hungry. So, ask the next person giving a breastfeeding woman grief, “are you trying to starve that baby?”

 


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Monday, July 11, 2011

Well, once again, I am reminded that I'm a mom. I reached into my purse for my (now dead) pager and discovered the following:

1. a bunch of wadded-up, shredded tissues.

2. a binkie.

3. a bunch of cough drops.

4. two dead batteries.

5. a granola bar.

6. a fruit snack pack.

7. a rough-looking diaper.

8. another binkie.

9. a tube of sunscreen.

and

10. a sun hat.

I have no idea where my wallet is and my cell phone disappears regularly, but I seem to be prepared for a day at the beach or a cold.

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Hi. I'm Shelly and this is Isis, my introduction to the world of parenting. I'm not claiming to be a Parenting Expert. In fact, I'm mostly laying claim to my parenting failures. Failure is what happens when you try to do everything RIGHT as a parent. Yet, somehow, she is turning out to be a fairly cool little person....who throws crayons.

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