Mother’s Day: What I Really Want


I’ve been a mother for exactly one year. Last year, I had this new baby and this new title…Mom. This year, I’ve had 12 months to figure out what that title means. It means becoming a cook, a housekeeper, a teacher, a playmate, a coach, a cuddler, a tickler, a sanitation worker, an encourager and so on.

With my days full, the best part of my day is the moment my little roommate is sound asleep, because I know that it’s time for me to do what ever I want. I can take a long shower, catch up on my Netflix, start a good book, chat with my husband, waste time on Facebook or fall asleep playing on my iPad. The point is that I can do whatever I want, and what’s more of a Mother’s Day gift than the gift of time. Time to do what I want to do, not what I have to do.

When Sunday comes, I still want to get up, put on a nice dress and go out for a Mother’s Day lunch with my family. After all, they are the reason I’m this new person now. It’s just nice to know that my husband will be on diaper duty, feeding duty, bathing duty and bed time…if only for the day. I’ll just take the play-time on Sunday.

Here’s a cheer to all the ladies who take on the job of motherhood. I wish someone would have told me sooner that raising a little person is just as rewarding as any work merit can ever be. 🙂

How will you be spending your holiday?

Co-sleeping…It happens to the rest of us too!

From the start, I swore up and down that we would not sleep with a baby in the bed. Nothing against co-sleeping…besides that it’s hippie-dippie, for breast-feeders only and 10yr-olds that can’t handle the dark.

At least that’s what I thought until I ran across this funny book from How To Be a Dad. I saw the cover and laughed out loud, because I realized that was an illustration of us about three times a week.

Just the other day, my husband pointed out that we only sleep miles a part when our son sleeps sideways in between us. I know that’s the definition of co-sleeping, but it’s not how we started out.

First we started with putting him to sleep in the crib. Then we moved, and he got his own room. Now, our 1yr old has taken to waking up at 3am screaming to get out of the crib. Sleep deprivation led us to drag him to our bed in the middle of the night. It’s the only way for us all to go back to sleep sometimes. This doesn’t happen every night, so I would call us “part-time co-sleepers”.

Here’s our current co-sleeping position. Hopefully, he’s not in our bed forever, but I’m in no rush to push him out either.