Posts Tagged ‘mom’

Inside my head (it can be a strange place)

July 30, 2010

Since having a child, I have come up with some pretty bizarre scenarios for things that could go wrong. I’m beginning to wonder if I am really paranoid, really strange or really paranoid and really strange…

For it’s scenarios such as these that pepper my thoughts from time to time: when I have my daughter in a grocery cart and return to my car after exiting the grocery store, do I put the baby in the car first and then the groceries or the other way around? If I put her in first, and then I get hit by a car when returning the cart to the corral, will EMS know to look in my car for a baby if I am unconscious?

Another example, when my husband is out of town, my paranoia turns up full throttle. Before I had a baby, I used to lock our bedroom door at night when he would travel. But now I can’t lock the bedroom door if my sleeping daughter down the hall is completely exposed to potential burglars. Should I bring her into bed with me and lock us both in my bedroom knowing neither of us will sleep well but that we’ll be safer behind a locked door?

And finally, when we turn on our attic fan, we need the windows open so air can circulate. But what if by leaving my 16-month-old daughter’s bedroom window slightly open, she (who has never climbed out of her crib before) somehow scaled her crib railing, ran to the window, hoisted  herself up, knocked out the screen and base jumped down to the grass below?

I realize by revealing hypothetical scenarios such as these that you are getting a peek under the curtain at the odd goings-on in my head. I suspect, though, that  I am not alone in my worrying ways. Any other moms ever conjure up what-ifs like these?

She’s usually right

April 19, 2010

You’re never too old to learn from your mom. Shortly after my last blog post went up, I received a call from my mom to let me know it included a typo. She was right.

She usually is.

Like the time she advised me to wear a plaid bow tie in my first grade elementary school picture despite my protests. It is one of the cuter pictures of me as a kid.

Like the time she encouraged me to select a female historical figure (Sacajawea) for my fourth grade social studies report. I was the only one in the class who did to the teacher’s delight.

Like the times she encouraged me to call my grandma because grandma wouldn’t always be around (how I wish I could call her now).

Like the time she encouraged me to have 10 bridesmaids (plus two junior bridesmaids) in my wedding party because why wouldn’t I want to be surrounded by 12 of the people I care about most even if they take over the altar?

Like the numerous times she told me to “just buy it!” I would have a wardrobe of three shirts and two pairs of pants if she didn’t. (I hate to shop.)

Like the times she encouraged me to dress Baby Blue in a onesie underneath her clothes to keep her little body warm. We visited the pediatrician only once for a non “well visit” during her first year of life.

I could go on. But I think the point has been made. Need any advice? I’ll run it by Mary Kay. She’s usually right!

Mommy-to-be meets blog

January 8, 2009

Welcome! This is the first post on my new mommy blog. Yes, I’ve joined the ranks of what seems like countless other moms to share my parenting experiences with the blogosphere. But I am not new to blogging. A whopping five to 10 of you have already gone inside my head via my (A)musings blog, which will continue to live alongside this new forum for sharing my thoughts with the world.

I am a soon-to-be a first-time mom. Baby Girl Blue is due March 26. That means as of tomorrow, I will be 11 weeks out from D-Day (aka my due date). None of it has seemed real thus far, but that has started to change. The other day, either my daughter punched me hard or did some some sort of acrobatic stunt in utero that jolted me upright. There is most definitely a creature in there, and I am going to be her mom, which is sort of a scary thought.

Mom is the angel who raised me and my three sisters with what appeared (to me anyway) to be sheer ease. She always said and did the right thing and continues to do that for her four adult children even to this day. She worked full-time while managing to wrangle us all in and be a devoted wife, daughter to her own mother and friend to her many pals. I’m too immature, selfish and impatient to be anything like her. But I will try. One thing I commit to doing (as my mom did for me) is to put surprise notes and occasional treats in my daughter’s lunch bag so she’ll find them mid-day and know she’s  loved a lot.

It is here on this blog that I’ll chronicle bits of my pursuit to be like my mom to my daughter.

Wish me luck!