Motivation.

I’m working really hard to get my new business off the ground.

Well…let me be honest, I’m working pretty hard to get my new business off the ground.

Okay, I work on my business when Addison is asleep.

I know that my website and closet redesign venture could be MUCH more successful than it is right now if I put as much time into it as it deserves. But as important as it is to me, my time with Addie is SO much bigger.  I hate getting to the end of the day, taking inventory of my time and realizing that I made the decision to complete a redesign project rather than read a book with Addie.  It makes me feel horrible.  I have the rest of my life to prove to everyone that I am great at what I do, but these moments with the Goose are limited and I refuse to pass any of them up.

There are days when I feel conflicted – that I need to develop the individual me in order to be a better person.  But in my soul I believe that the impact I make on my child’s life is infinitely bigger than my role as a budding businesswoman.

And my sweet girl just woke up from her nap.  Time for me to go!

The Truth: TV or not TV, THAT is the question

“You let your child watch…(gulp)…THE DISNEY CHANNEL!?”

Most parents fall into one of three camps on this topic: first, television will ruin your child, the second is that television is beneficial to you AND your child and third, why does anyone think my child’s television watching is any of their business?

This is an incredibly touchy subject with a lot of parents.  Some people are so vehemently of one opinion that they take every chance they can to lecture from their chosen soap box.  Whenever the subject has come up in a conversation I have seen equal reactions from both sides, pro-tv and no-tv.  There have been people from both camps who react with timid embarrassment when asked for their opinion.  Just as frequently I encounter parents who launch into a detailed, dramatic defense of their choice.  The point? Everyone has an opinion.  How should these opinions effect you?  Well, they shouldn’t.

Chris and I are okay with Addie watching tv.  We have many reasons why it works in our family and the benefits we see in our daughter keep us from swaying about our choice.  There have been numerous occasions when people have laid their judgement about our decision on THICK.  I have accepted the fact that everyone thinks they know best and will do what they can to prove their parenting superiority. So I politely listen to their semi-inappropriate comments and then stick to my guns.  If they are still pushy I tell them that Addie knew all her letters by 18 months with many thanks to Word World on PBS.  And then I want to tell them to mind their own business…but I usually manage to bite my tongue.

So, new parent, as you and your child approach the stage where you need to make this decision here is what I want you to remember: YOU are the parent and will do what is best for YOUR child.  Your cousin or Aunt or Mother-in-law may disagree with you but it helps to remember that their decision was made based on a different child. Not yours. Tune into your kid when he/she is watching television.  Are they interacting? Learning? Moving around? Being presented with concepts they wouldn’t learn from stacking legos? Every kid reacts differently.  Some kids turn into unresponsive lumps when they watch a show – maybe their watching should be limited!  It’s your job as mom or dad to decide what is best.

I’m not telling you to ignore the supportive cast of people in your life, just don’t let them bully you into changing your stance on important parenting decisions.  Be CONFIDENT that you are good at your (parenting) job.

I wish you good luck, fellow parent, stay strong!

The Truth: The Mystery of the “Normal” Baby

I always thought I was going to be the kind of mom that didn’t care how other kids were developing compared to Addie, that their sleep or eating habits would be of no consequence to me.  I guess it is true now, to some degree.  But its been over two years and we live in VERY different circumstances that make it possible to shut down the “comparison reaction” that comes so naturally with motherhood.

But when Addison was born that instinctual reaction kicked in right away.  I told my labor story numerous times with pride and a little swagger.  As time progressed and people started asking questions about Addie’s schedule I found myself telling people what they wanted to hear.  If they asked if she was a bottle or breast baby I would tell them we were breastfeeding her and that she was great. In reality it took about three and a half weeks for her to get the hang of it and I was in serious, tear-inducing pain.  Is she a good sleeper? Wonderful, she loves to sleep. She’s the perfect baby. But if they could peer through our windows they would see that she was only a good sleeper those first few weeks because we never put her down. She took naps in our arms and slept on our chests at night.  The people that knew about our sleeping arrangements didn’t think it was a good idea but Addie was born three weeks early and TEENY-TINY.  She was the smallest thing either of us had ever seen, let alone been responsible for, and we wanted her in our grasps to keep her safe and feel her sweaty little head against our skin.  We eventually moved her to the pack & play next to our bed but if she made any peep at all I pulled her up next to me and we cuddled the night away.

Long story short, she didn’t know how to self-sooth until she was about 8 months old when we finally broke down and bought Ferber’s sleep book.  It worked, but at two years and three months old Addie is still waking up once a night to say hello to Mama. And every day I tell myself that I am  going to change it and teach her that she needs to sleep all the way through the night. But there is always a reason not to, always a voice in the back of my head that she’ll get there naturally.  And it’s not just sleep, Addie hated eating until she was 16 months old.  It was a battle where Chris and I found ourselves discussing her diet with her pediatrician every visit and worried about her health because she hated eating SO much. But I wanted people to see her as the perfect little angel they wanted to hear about.

If you are a new mother or will be one soon here is what I want you to remember:

No child is normal.  We always hear the stories that ‘Charlie is a great eater’ or ‘Suzette sleeps 12 hours every night’.  I’m not saying those parents are always lying, but they may be! Every time I have had an honest conversation with another parent I hear the same stories about sleep issues, picky eaters and kids who refuse to talk or crawl or smile.  Every child develops at their own pace.  Let them.  It makes life a LOT easier for you and a lot healthier for your child if you keep track of his or her development alone and not on a timeline from a book or from other kids.  Listen to your gut if you think something is up and always check in with your doctor, but if Little Johnny next door is younger than your child but already knows how to crawl and yours is struggling with getting off her little belly – let her be.  She’ll get there when she’s ready.

People will always ask questions to which they don’t deserve the answers. We are all nosy.  And there is an automatic bonding zone if you are with another new mom and have nothing else to talk about – of course you’re going to talk about your babies! But keep your head on straight, no matter what stage of development your baby has achieved, that little person is incredible.  Let everyone see that you think your child is perfect no matter what and they won’t care that she refuses to open her mouth for a spoon.

The “Normal Baby” is a myth.  But the perfect baby? Why, that baby is YOURS.

The Truth: Preparing for Baby

What do you think about the following scenario? (It’s a story with made up names so don’t read into it too much!)

Emily and Hugh have reached the point in their lives where they feel ready for the next step…something more. They have decided they want a baby. So, they start trying and easily enough, Emily finds she is pregnant. They are thrilled and take all the necessary steps to ensure a safe and healthy pregnancy.  They get sonograms and she takes vitamins, they shop for nursery furniture and decide on a paint color for their baby’s new room.  Clothes are purchased, showers are thrown, contractions begin and water breaks. Beautiful baby is born and happily ever after commences.

Sounds like a fairy tale doesn’t it? I know that it is possible, but probable? No. More often than not the preparation stories I hear are filled with parents finding they can get pregnant easily enough but then discover they don’t have maternity insurance (Chris and Me) or getting pregnant is incredibly difficult and requires multiple procedures, or they can’t get pregnant at all.  Sometimes a mother finally gets pregnant and then her body fights the pregnancy like an unwanted transplant and she is miserable until the baby is born.  Sometimes the pregnancy sneaks up on a young woman and she finds herself so concerned with financial and relationship issues that the joys of pregnancy are quickly overshadowed.

There are innumerable variations to the story. The point is, when someone finds out that you are trying to get pregnant, or that you are expecting, they almost always assume that you are living the fairy tale version.  All questions are positive and only positive, chipper answers will be accepted.  It is grating.  This isn’t a universal truth – there are people who REALLY want to know how you feel and how the preparation is coming, but the majority of people will just have the bare bones facts and will write your happy little story in their heads.

Here is a sample conversation from my pregnancy if I had answered all questions honestly:

“Oh, you’re pregnant! How exciting. Are you loving every minute of it?”

“Actually, I am terrified almost every day that something is going to go wrong. And I am  so sick all day every day that I can’t move without prescription nausea medication… except for an hour in the middle of the night when I feel okay. But thanks for asking.”

“You’re glowing! And you are really starting to show. Pregnancy really agrees with you!”

“That’s so nice! Actually, I’m not glowing, I’m sweating.  And I’m not showing yet, that’s just fat.  I’ve really been overeating n an attempt to quell the constant nausea.  And I’m just plain hungry; I ate an entire plate of ribs the other day and I don’t even usually LIKE ribs!”

Isn’t pregnancy a GIFT!”

“Yes. It is incredible.  I am so excited for this baby to be born…but I’m also terrified that I won’t know what to do. Or that my baby will be born with an illness that I won’t be able to do anything about. I am thrilled and scared and sick and excited…thank you for asking.”

“Isn’t pregnancy one of life’s greatest mysteries!?”

“Uh…what?”

People told me that as time passed I would have a selective memory about my pregnancy: only remembering the positive, wonderful things about preparing for a new arrival. It’s true.  If I hadn’t kept a journal recording every thought and emotion of my pregnancy I would only remember the wonderful feeling of Addie kicking or how fun it was to pick out her crib.  But the selective memory, in my opinion, is the only way woman could POSSIBLY have more than one child – because the phenomenon of being a mother to a living, breathing miracle makes up for all of the hullabulloo of preparation.

So, whether you are trying to conceive, expecting, sick, happy, thrilled, terrified or overwhelmed remember that you’re not alone.  Don’t be afraid to talk about how you REALLY feel…you’ll be better off at the end of the day. I promise.

Once that awesome kid is in your arms and no longer just a dream, every difficult part of the preparation will fade to a distant memory.  And as you watch that tiny flutter of your baby’s eyelash you’ll know – it was all worth it.

The Truth (well, MY truth) about Parenthood.

Something must be in the water.  There seem to be babies EVERYWHERE lately.  My cousin just gave birth to her first child, Chris’ cousin is due with her second any moment now, and there are countless other friends who are trying/expecting/experiencing their first days at home with their little smidgens.  The baby influx has hit my immediate family as well…as few as three years ago we were a tight little family of mom, dad, three grown daughters and two boys who joined through marriage.  Then BOOM! I got pregnant. When Addie was 18 months old my older sister, Thayer, and her husband Craig adopted newborn Jackson and then BAM! my younger sister, Caroline, found out she was pregnant.  The family is no longer so little.

All this new life has inspired me to write a series of posts about the untold truths of pregnancy and parenthood.  When we are preparing for our babies, whether they arrive from our own bodies or through other avenues, there are things that just go unsaid. Important things.  Things that, when they happen, shake our confidence in ourselves as capable mothers.  If being honest about those hard topics helps just one parent it will be worth the discomfort that is inevitable when exposing such personal feelings.

I am not planning on writing from the collective viewpoint because, well, I can’t.  I can write what I have felt and experienced and can safely assume that other people have experience the same or similar – mainly because I’ve talked to a lot of other parents! So, here goes.  They will all be titled The Truth: ________ (topic) If you are interested in following them, please do. If not, I will pepper in my usual writing as I go.  If you want your own parenting truths posted, let me know.  I want this to be a conversation so we can all learn from one another!

Veni. Vidi. Vici.

I came. I saw. I conquered.

What, exactly, did I conquer?  Something unexpected. I’m not giving it away yet.

My best friend, L,  is going through an extremely tough time in her life right now and our close knit group of friends is “on call” to be there when she needs some support. Last night she decided that the necessary support was going to come in the form of line dancing at a western bar. Okay, fine. Not really my cup of tea but for L I decided I would suck it up and roll with the punches.  After paying my cover I walked through the entry doors into a haze of country music and western swagger.  I found my friends on the outer edges of the dance floor after working hard to dodge the dancers, narrowly missing becoming the line dance ping pong ball. Once I made it to the safety of my beer drinkin’ friends we talked, we laughed, we took part in some serious line-dance- people-watching and then…the music changed. The dance floor cleared.  Various couples took to the floor and proceeded to dance a vigorous two-step (a moniker I learned later.) I had my back to the dance floor at this point and did not see the approach of a kind looking, VERY sweaty country gentleman.

“Would any of you ladies like to dance?” Not one but numerous beads of sweat worked their way down his face.

“Katie would!” L pushed me forward. Ha ha ha. I don’t know if they expected me to balk at the suggestion but with a shrug of my shoulders I stepped with Mr. Sweaty McSweaterson onto the dance floor.

“This is a country two-step,” he explained as he placed my hand in his, “Are you ready?”

“I have no idea what I’m doing.” I smiled as I placed my other hand on his shoulder. After the speedy instructions of quick quick quick, step, step, we were off!  He whirled me around the floor and as soon as I found steady feet and the rhythm of the steps TWIRL! He grabbed one hand and with the other spun me in directions I didn’t know I could spin.  We laughed and he led and spun and sweated profusely. At one point he even did an interesting move I can only describe as the worm…but vertical, my eyes grew wide with surprise and I could hear my friends burst into gales of laughter from across the room and I just kept dancing.  When the song finally ended I thanked Captain SweatyMan for the dance.  He was very sweet and I ended up having a ton of fun.  As I sauntered up to my friends they decided that I was not, in fact, a novice as I claimed but a Coloradan Line Dancing Fool.  What can I say, I guess it’s (somewhere) in my blood.

I expected that my turn on the dance floor would be my only test of confidence for the evening but I was sorely mistaken.  Up next? Karaoke.  I have been to a karaoke bar once before and did not participate. I informed my friends that I was happy to go but would choose ON MY OWN if I wanted to sing.  ‘Oh of course! We would never do that to you! It is a personal decision!’

What do YOU think happened when I returned from a trip to the bathroom?

“OKAY! NEXT UP TO THE MIC – KATIE!” It must be a different Katie. Nope. They signed me up.  Did I defer? I wanted to. Up to the stage I trudged…with my wonderful friend L by my side. What song was I to sing? HYPNOTIZE by Biggie Smalls!!!!  I know a lot of rap songs but my knowledge of this one in particular is…uh, intermittent at best.

Well, I did it. I conquered two-stepping and karaoke rapping. I stepped outside myself and it was worth every moment of sweaty strangers and dive karaoke bars.

And I had so much fun I want to do it all again.

Wait, you’re a WHAT?

I have a secret.

I’m a nerd.

No, no! Don’t be so quick to refute my claim, as I’m sure you are refuting vehemently.

When you look at me there are things you see on the outside that seemingly give a pretty clear impression of who I am on the inside.  When I present myself to the world I want people to feel comfortable and open in my company.  So I wrap my personality around me like a warm coat and suddenly the introspective, almost shy me becomes boisterous and witty and quick with a joke.  Once I have people laughing I feel safe – I know that introverted Katie can stay hidden and let the comedian take the reigns.  In these moments I love to be noticed, I don’t wonder if people are looking at me and thinking I’m beautiful because I feel it in myself and  I relish being the center of attention. In these moments I am the outward definition of confidence. I’m not presenting a false self to the world, just an extroverted version of myself that only gets to come out and play on special occasions.

When I put “spotlight-me” back in my pocket I reach a point of pure comfort.  There is no show, no protective coat.  This is secret me — the me that people meet once they climb over my protective barriers.  This me is private, special. This me doesn’t care about my hair, or make-up or wearing flattering clothes or tossing around witty banter.  This one is quiet and cares passionately about how other people are feeling. This one wants to see past the down-filled coats of personality worn by those around me and see into their truth.

The secret me is in love with language.  I find it miraculous that a string of words placed in the correct order can evoke deep and resonating feelings from a reader.  I don’t read books, I consume them, craving well-written sentences like others crave chocolate or alcohol or nicotine.  I know that this piece of me is nerdy, a touch reclusive and sometimes quite irritating (I’ll correct your grammar and your spelling.) I am in the middle of a book that is written so beautifully it simultaneously makes me want to cry and causes my mind to wander with inspiration for my own writing…which means I have to re-read entire pages lost through daydreaming but I don’t want to miss a single, delectable description. It is insane. Not everyone wants to meet this version of me.  But that’s okay. I find no shame in this version of myself. I am actually rather proud of my linguistic proclivities…but also understand it doesn’t mean anyone else wants to sit around and discuss the intricacies of the onomatopoeia.

So, it’s out. I am a proud, full-fledged, card-carrying nerd.  I laugh at inappropriate jokes and watch movies on the family channel. I’ve read the Harry Potter series four times and Twilight series twice. If I ever lost any of my hundreds of books I would mourn them with sincere emotion. When I write I use music in order to alter my mood to match my subject matter and a lot of the music in my playlist would not earn me a nomination for awesomeness. I am not hip. I am definitely not cool. I am quirky and weird and a little odd.  And I am more comfortable and confident as a nerd than I am when wrapped in my personality coat.

What’s the point?  Confidence doesn’t come in a specific package.  Some days make it impossible to radiate confidence: when you’re knee deep in diapers and hissy fits and to-do lists feeling good about yourself can get lodged between a balled-up size 5 huggie and that laundry you’ve been meaning to do all week.  When that moment hits think of your secret confidence and draw from that your strength to get through the day.  Because you, and I, am awesome in all our individuality.

And if you ever feel like talking about onomatopoeia, I’m available.

that dj is playing my song…

I am in love with music. I have music on all the time…as often as I can anyway. For a long time I have been the boss when it comes to music in our family (sorry Bruce, I’m not trying to steal your moniker.) But times they are a changin’.

Addison has decided that SHE is in charge of our listening pleasure.  If a song comes on that she doesn’t approve she RELENTLESSLY tells us to change the song and more often than not has a replacement song in mind.

At first I thought she was just developing into a little Bossy Pants, but as it turns out, she just has more personality than can fit in her tiny two year old body.  And I intend to let her express herself at every opportunity.  The way I see it, the more comfortable and supported she feels as she is developing her personality, the easier it will be for her to maintain that confidence throughout her life.

Here’s my little DJ’s playlist:

1. Burn Burn Fire song (Ring of Fire by Johnny Cash)

2. Party Song (Party in the USA by Miley Cyrus)

3. Nigh’ Night Song (I Gotta Feeling by the Black Eyed Peas)

4. Tinkle (Twinkle Twinkle Little Star by Lisa Loeb)

5. Boom Song (I’m gonna be honest, I CANNOT figure out what this one is, but I just put it on another favorite and she is happy.)

6. Babba Ann (Barbara Ann by the Beach Boys

7. Jung Woom (Jungle Room by The Imagination Movers)

8. Girl Song (6 Underground by the SneakerPimps)

9. Wound Bus (Wheels on the Bus by a bunch of irritating kids)

10. Tummy Song (Big Poppa by Notorious BIG … don’t worry, this one has been cut from the rotation since I realized how much she absorbs from music)

I could go on, but that should give you a glimpse into the musical musings of Addison Claire.  I can’t wait till she figures out that I paint for a living…I’m sure that expression of personality will get messy.  But I’ll support every last drop of paint that she splatters!