Tuesday, October 27, 2009

More thoughts on being a mom... from MY mom...

Last week I shared an anonymous letter on "Being a Mother." My mom read it and felt that it was a little off the mark. And so I share her thoughts. And maybe its just because I am her daughter... but they made me cry.

Wonderfully said, but I thought this mother focused more on the fears of a mother, which is true, we do think of often. However, like childbirth, those negative thoughts disappear so fast, or we would not have a second child. Now as Alison’s mother, I look at her with so much pride, as the beautiful woman she has become, and can’t believe that she is a mother too.

I revel in all my memories of Alison as a busy baby, discovering how to put colored blocks inside each other at my suggestion, before she could even speak words. And, oh, those quiet times, I’d just hold her in my arms and stare at her. I saw the world through different eyes just walking down our country road while Alison discovered a frog or a dragonfly. We shared rainbows and streams, wearing boots. She became my best companion, as I was in awe of everything that she was learning.

And when she reached that age that I knew that she would learn more from her peers than from her parents, I stepped aside and followed her in her new adventures with her friends as her Girl Scout leader. Wow, what great times they had! And they did not know it, but it was the best ten years of my life! Crafts, camping (especially in the rain!), canoeing, pie making, visiting professionals who work during the night, bowling, fair parades, “bridging” on the Golden Gate Bridge, bartering in Tijuana, spending the night in a miniature golf course, make-up parties; I got to do it all with her.

And when it came time to let her go, and we packed her off for college… I knew it would be hard, but I also knew that she would become my best friend. And she is!

Oh, that you would be so blessed, to have a wonderful daughter as I do! I love you, Alison!

I love you too Mom, and I can say, the feeling is mutual - I am blessed to have an amazing and wonderful mother.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Choppin' Broccoli!!!

My sister-in-law Katie, handed down to me loads of baby toys, clothes, etc. Among the boxes of goodies was a cook book and baby food making kit. On first glance, I thought - no way!! I am not a hippy, feed my baby only organics, baby food makin' mama! BUT, Katie and the the book, assured me that it is very easy. Sooooo... I gave it a shot! They could not have been more right!!

The basics steps... 1) chop up veggie or fruit 2) microwave with a little water and covered with Saranwrap 3) blend it up! 4) freeze in ice cub trays!!

This weekend I made a few batches. In one hour I made 10 servings (2 - 1 oz frozen cubes) of peas, and 15 servings of butternut squash and carrots!!

The best part... the price!!!

10 servings of peas - $2.79 ($0.27/serving)
15 servings of butternut squash - $2.90 ($0.19/serving)
15 servings of carrots - $3.78 ($0.25/serving)

The Earth's Best brand of baby food sold in most stores runs about $1/jar. So... this weekend alone... I saved about $30 by making the food myself. Woo hoo!!! (Now... where can I spend all this saved money!!!)

Monday, October 12, 2009

"Being a Mother..."

As evident from my blog... there seems to be nothing more that I love to discuss... than that of "being a mother." While I have so very many things to say about the topic... I seem to never be able to put my exact thoughts into words. Thankfully, other people can. Thank you Catriona... for turning me onto this beautiful letter. (Warning... grab a Kleenex... seriously).

Being a Mother...

We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of "starting a family. "You think I should have a baby?"

"It will change your life," I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral.

"I know," she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations ..."

But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable.

I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking, "What if that had been MY child?" That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her.

That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die.

I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call of "Mom!" will cause her to drop a soufflé or her best crystal without a moment's hesitation.

I feel that I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for childcare, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think of her baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right.

I want my daughter to know that every day decisions will no longer be routine. That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that restroom.

However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother.

Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. That she would give it up in moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years-not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs.

I want her to know that a cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor.

My daughter's relationship with her husband will change, but not in the way she thinks. I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with his child. I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic.

I wish my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving. I hope she will understand why I can think rationally about most issues, but become temporarily insane when I discuss the threat of nuclear war to my children's future.

I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike.

I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first time. I want her to taste the joy that is so real it actually hurts.

My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes.

"You'll never regret it," I finally say. Then I reached across the table, squeezed my daughter's hand and offered a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings. This blessed gift from God ... that of being a Mother.

Please share this with a Mom that you know or all of your girlfriends who may someday be moms.

Friday, October 2, 2009

Am I talking to myself?

I joined a blog challenge. The challenge poses questions each week for you to address in your blog. Its to help inspire people to actually write in their blogs (not that I any excuses). The first question... Why do you blog?

I was first inspired to write my blog by my good friend Catriona. Catriona and Mike left the Bay Area almost four years ago to buy a house and raise their family in Florida. In order to stay in contact with their friends and family in CA, they started a blog. I love catching up with the adventures of their beautiful daughters Reilly and Brooke! Even though they live 3,000 miles away... I feel so close and connected with their daily lives.

I originally started my blog to do the same. So that family (all the way from Fresno to Ireland) and friends (from the Bay Area to Florida!) could watch my belly, our baby, and our family grow. I have LOVED knowing that you are following our adventures and I love reading your comments and advice. My blog has turned out to be a communication tool that crosses divides.

While family and friends inspired me... I was surprised to find how much *I* have benefited from my writings. Blogging... has helped me organize my thoughts... take time to consider who I am... where I am... and where I'm going. I love looking back to the beginning of my pregnancy and reading about my mind set at that time. I love looking back at when we first brought Andrew home... and how amazing those first days were.

What started out as a "letter to family and friends" has turned out to be... "a story of my life." I hope I can keep it up... for years to come!