In our apartment
His baby smile lit up the room. Every night I would sing to him and sometimes I even slept on the floor so he could see me and feel safe. At night I would double check the locks on my door and settle in for a restless sleep. The feeling of being his only protector was daunting. In the morning he would greet me with another huge smile and I often wondered if he knew that he was the source of my strength and my happiness. I became an expert at showering while he was mesmerized with Sesame Street. I can remember running out of the bathroom in a towel as fast as I could to see if he was still safe and sound. The long commute to work and my work days were spent missing and worrying about him. I was a single mom.
My ex-husband called and I had tears streaming down my face. Sobs escaped from my mouth, my face contorted in anguish and loss. I turned to look at my son and he was no longer smiling. Instead, his tiny little eyebrows were furrowed as he reached out to me. That day was the last day I cried over the breakup of my marriage. I was astonished that he could read the emotions in my face. I would be strong for him. I would protect him from my pain. Continue reading
The working mom vs. the stay-at-home mom war and the use of words as weapons are still going strong. There’s a new war brewing in motherhood, and it’s full of the same unfair judgements and name calling. This new Mommy War uses words like “helicopter” and “free-range” parenting. Personally, I think these labels are useless because each mother uses both parenting styles. Different scenarios and your child’s personality will usually determine how you will decide to parent at any given time. Motherhood is hard, we are all trying to do our very best and we are all imperfect. When our children become adults they will then critique us and become the new experts. These adult children of ours will tell us that they will do it so much better. Just smile and nod ladies, just smile and nod. Continue reading
Entertainment on the airplane!
She walked onto the plane with her adorable sweet baby held in her arms. “What a little angel,” I said to no one in particular. Uh oh. The little angel’s mom slowed down, stopped, and looked up at the seat numbers. She then proceeded to sit down in front of me. My next thought was that I would get absolutely no sleep on my long transatlantic flight. Oh how I rejoice that those years are over for me and my sons!
When traveling with a child who is at the age of infancy through toddler years there is one major rule. This rule can be summed up in one sentence: care for your child as if you have won the mommy award, otherwise you will create hours of misery for your child and everyone around you. When you break that rule, you become the bane of your flight. Heck, let’s face it, even if you are the perfect mother, your child may decide to turn into a monster when you least expect it. Your fellow passengers will be more supportive if you at least try. Think about how junior feels. On second thought, let me tell you how he feels! Continue reading