Monthly Archives: August 2010

On that first year of motherhood

If you knew how many times I’ve started then deleted this post you might be tempted to slap the back of my head.

What could be so hard about writing about your first year of motherhood?

I don’t know. The words they come in fits and starts. They flow effortlessly when I’m laying in bed at night, nursing on my left side . They trickle into my consciousness when I take a shower while Baby E is asleep or parked in front of a kids show on PBS. Then I sit in front of my keyboard, start to type and —

– there’s crying because he wants me to be on my lap.

– or there’s crying because he wants to get off my lap.

– or there’s mischievous scampering out of my sight and into the kitchen cabinets.

– or his stubborn insistence that climbing the stairs is fun because then he gets to experiment with finding the best way to climb back down.

So I collect him, attempt to corral him, then sit back down to type. The words which were once there now seem foreign, cold, cliche, etc., etc., etc.

Perhaps the reason why I have such trouble is because I’ve already reflected on my first year of motherhood in this blog. Every post is a reflection of my journey through motherhood whether or not the post directly speaks about motherhood. That’s because motherhood is an extension of my personhood.

And I freaking love it.

This motherhood gig.

Even on days like today when it seems like I can’t get a spare moment to myself.

When my most important activities seem to be centered around distracting Baby E from gnawing on power cords.

When it seems like a mommy meltdown is around the corner.

But I’m glad he’s here.

That I’m the one he wants and needs most of the time.

That he deems me worthy of kisses and experimental bites sometimes.

That he’s mine and he’s not mine at the same time.

That’s my first year of motherhood.

Catchphrase Me if You Can

If you’ve ever paid attention to the world of television pop culture you’ve probably noticed a little thing known as a catchphrase. A catchphrase makes television shows and characters memorable in a time when our collective attention spans add up to nil. As reality shows burgeoned, particularly the ones that are dramas disguised as competitions, the catchphrase seems to have flourished. What would Project Runway be like without host, Heidi Klum, uttering “You’re out!” to ousted fashion designers? And who could forget, ” You are the weakest link! Goodbye!”

But if you’ve ever wished to coin a new catchphrase, you don’t need to go on television to do so. You only need two ingredients – a child and exasperation.

The parental catchphrase is not new. It pre-dates the reality show boom by several years, perhaps having been born the moment our prehistoric ancestors acquired language skills. Indeed, some of us may remember hearing certain nuggets throughout our childhood.

You have until the count of three!

Because I said so!

In some cases, these parental catchphrases follow us into adulthood. The hubby, C, is known to playfully rile his mother up just so she’ll sigh her famous, “Ugh, C!”

Really, Baby E? Really?

Lately, I’ve discovered my own catchphrase. As I deal with my son’s burgeoning independence and interest in all things contraband and off-limits, I find myself repeating, “Really, Baby E? Really?”

A few examples:

Baby E insists on investigating the electrical cords under my computer desk despite my attempts to block him…

Really, Baby E? Really?

I put Baby E in his exersaucer so I can take a restroom break and he uses it as an opportunity to have a mini-meltdown…

Really, Baby E? Really?

Baby E bites me and then laughs when I yell, “Owwww!”…

Really, Baby E? Really?

It’s a catchphrase for just about any situation! I predict that I’ll be using it for years to come. In fact, I promise to not be surprised when Baby E turns it back on me with a “Really, Mama, Really?”

What’s your parental catchphrase?

Soapbox Sunday: World Breastfeeding Week Wrap-up Edition

It’s been a whirlwind week of posts and articles celebrating World Breastfeeding Week. Here are some of the highlights:

The New York Times reported on research that shows that the sugars in breastmilk protect babies’ guts .

Elita at Blacktating made an interesting discovery in “Where are the images of black mothers? On the Nestle site”. Later, on her Facebook fan page, she linked to Funkidivagirl’s story of nursing in public for the first time in front of someone famous.

But there are images of breastfeeding black mothers online and you can find them here and here and here and here and …

Annie at PhD in Parenting describes why she is dedicated to boycotting Nestle’s unethical business practices.

Lauren at Hobo Mama writes about why formula feeders and bottle users are welcome at her blog.

What did you find interesting this past week?

Now go and take a look at  Authentic Parenting, Baby Dust Diaries, Hobo MamaMaman A Droit, and Pocket.Buddha for more Sunday Surfing!

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