Sometimes, you need a sign. All day today, I have been too distracted by the melancholy in my heart (caused by the handful of days I have left at home with Dylan) to develop any of my ideas into an actual post. I was ready to give up altogether, when I received an email reminding me that today is the National Day on Writing, brought to us by the National Writing Project: an opportunity to explain the connections writing facilitates for you as a person, parent or guardian, educator, and author. As a writing teacher and advocate, I feel I would be woefully remiss to not post on a day like today, especially since writing has been therapeutic for me, as I’ve adjusted to my role as a new mama. Therefore, in that spirit, here are some random new mama thoughts floating through my head today:
- I do everything backwards: I started perusing The Baby Book, by Dr. Sears, for the first time last night – a book a friend lent me early on in my pregnancy – and I’m like, oh crap, so I’m not supposed to let Dylan cry it out? You mean the cry-it-out advice goes against a mother’s basic biology and I’m destroying his trust in me? Wonderful. (This newfound knowledge may also be why it was so hard to write this morning, since I’ve decided to never let Dylan leave my side until I have to go back to work in two weeks…I even took his morning nap with him, and nursed him while lying down). Maybe next time I should read the book before the baby is born…
- I never knew frogs and elephants were such good friends. Until I started dressing my child, I have somehow managed to ignore this unlikely friendship. But sure enough, frog and elephant are hanging out together on nearly every sleeper or onesie we own. Sometimes there’s also a little bird, just chillin’ on the elephant’s back. Sometimes a giraffe joins them. But usually it’s just frog and elephant, best friends forever. Maybe it’s a nice, subtle ploy of Carter’s to increase diversity and send a message of love and acceptance to children. As if the subliminal message to kids is: Do you see this? Even though frog and elephant seem like total opposites, they still love each other. We are more alike than we are different. Sounds like a decent lesson to me. Who am I to stand in the way of natural animal attraction?
- This morning, I had to ask myself if it was a sign of being a new mama, or just plain laziness, if I visited our new neighbors in my bathrobe. Tempting. Very tempting. In the end, I ditched the robe and opted for an oversized sweatshirt and a pair of sweat pants. Nothing says welcome to the neighborhood like an un-showered mess of a woman bringing you freshly baked cookies.
- Speaking of bathrobes, I had another Grandma Fulmer moment today when my phone started ringing and I couldn’t find it; I eventually located it in my bathrobe pocket, along with Kleenex, chapstick, and a few Werther’s originals.
- Today is my dad’s birthday. Happy Birthday, Dad. We love you very much. Wish we could celebrate in person…but we’ll raise a glass (or two) tonight, in your honor. Hope you enjoyed the Packer game yesterday, despite the rain. I thought of you when I looked outside and saw the changing leaves on our birch tree. Green and Gold. XOXOXO
Ok, that’s it. Baby is sleeping. Brain is empty. Writing is good. Happy National Day on Writing!