I am a young(ish). working professional. mom. This blog is all about that. And cupcakes.
I wasn’t one of those women who lost the baby weight easily. Or ever.
I’m not certain if after two years you can still call it baby weight. It wasn’t there before, but it’s certainly been there since. I believed in the tales that breastfeeding would help me drop the weight, certainly thought that all my sleep-deprived walking would help, had to believe that the constant bending and lifting would do something, and have my waiting for my Michelle Obama arms to appear – but for all of it, the pounds have stayed exactly the same. Exactly.
When I’m feeling bad or insecure about my techniques, I google the aliment to see what the Internet says. (Does my toddler watch too much TV? Why isn’t my toddler eating? What does a spider bite on a toddler look like?) I’m lucky that the Internet will eventually say what I want it to say.
And I do have enough scars to feel like I’m earning my stripes. That I can look at a mother with a 15 month old on a five hour flight and think, don’t worry lady, I’ve got your back. I sing songs. I do faces. That binkie on the ground? I’ll get it for you and turn away so you can pop it back into kiddo’s mouth.
“So, you took some time off this year.”
I guess my maternity leave could be viewed that way. My story was more along the lines of how I busted my arse to get back to work – figuring out daycare, having the hubby step up for paternity leave, and tackling, head on, the work/family blend.
A 103 degree fever this week had me removing my daughter’s fancy, modern sleep sack in favor of a lighter blanket.
As I rubbed her back, I found myself studying the blanket I’d chosen. An afghan crocheted by my grandma.
Growing up, we had afghans everywhere in the house. We, in Illinois, would pick out yarn, ship it to North Carolina and at the next birthday or holiday, another afghan would appear.
- For the Love of – socially good – Shoes
- Time Off
- Acting Socially Good in the Delivery of Social Good
- Don’t knock the false idols
- Think Like a Traveler
- When they said it gets easier, what they meant is – it doesn’t.