We’ve achieved one year, the culmination of a whirlwind series of months during which we grew into parenthood.
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We’ve achieved one year, the culmination of a whirlwind series of months during which we grew into parenthood.
Recently, I’ve been chatting with all kinds of strangers. And that’s because I’m a mother to a pair of baby icebreakers.
We fear that if we speak honestly, we’ll be judged for our fears, our struggles, our resentments.
The first level begins when you come home from the hospital, completely exhausted, and hoping to get your first night’s sleep. You know it’s going to be hard, and that you’re going to be tired. You’re bound to fall down every crack and crevice as you figure out just how the game is played. But, you give it your best shot anyhow.
I wouldn’t say I’m particularly easy-going, but I’m definitely not a worrier. The idea of being late to catch a flight will keep me awake all night, but other than that, there are very few things that cause me worry in my day-to-day life. I have noticed, however, that with the babies it seems I’m always finding some new thing to worry about
The twins aren’t the only ones with new skills. My husband and I are learning too, and as each parenting milestone passes we become more parents and less…well, whatever we were before.
We all want a child that keeps up with the (baby) Jones’, each step of the way.
I once read a famous celebrity comment on her impending motherhood. She hoped having children would make her less selfish.