This is my last post before Pittsburgh Mom turns the lights off at the end of this month.
Over the last five years I’ve enjoyed sharing my experiences as a first-time mom, then mom of a toddler, then mom of a preschooler, then mom of TWO kids, and so on.
My top priority has always been to talk to you about my life as a mom honestly. I’m a proud working mom who breastfed, then formula fed. I had two scheduled C-sections and never gave birth “naturally.” I worry intensely about the ingredients in the foods my kids eat, the addiction that runs in my family, and so, so much more. My kids don’t have bedtimes, and we don’t eat at the dinner table.
I’ve been both thanked and criticized for the posts I’ve written about these things. I am in no way ashamed at how my family operates. We are very happy and (usually) healthy. People who sought out to make me feel like less of a mother did not win. I did not let you make me feel the way you tried to make me feel.
I agreed to share my experiences with people I’ve never met because I wanted at least one mom out there to know she wasn’t alone. I also had the intention to encourage others to do their best and not take this time too seriously OR too lightly. Yes, it is very precious, but also extremely hilarious and frustrating. I hope I did that for someone. It would all be worth it.
As I leave the parenting blog world, I want to leave you with some of my hopes for all of us as parents -- somethings that have evolved over this time from interacting with you:
I hope that all of us moms support each other no matter the circumstances, no matter the situations, no matter the differences among us. Support is the greatest gift we can give to each other as parents. We all need it. We are all struggling with something. Lift each other up, and let’s all raise our kids to do the same.
I hope that you’re trying do your best and staying confident in what you’re doing. No matter what your mom, or sister, or the internet tell you you’re supposed to do, if you are doing YOUR best, you got this. You are awesome. If you’re not, you can turn it all around. Fix it fast and most of that guilt and questioning yourself will go away. I promise.
I hope that you know you are beautiful, and worthy, and fantastic. No matter what your physical appearance is, no matter how many more wrinkles are on your face this birthday compared to the last, no matter if you’re “put together” or a “hot mess,” remember that you HAVE A FREAKING KID (or two or three or more). No, you don’t look 16 anymore. No, you probably don’t have a six pack. No, you may not wear makeup every day and you have spaghetti sauce on a shirt you haven’t had a chance to change out of yet. Whatever! YOU HAVE KIDS. Your commitment to keeping your kids alive and happy every second of the day DOES affect the time you have for yourself. That’s OK! That’s the job!
Finally, I hope you’ll be nice. PLEASE! Please, be nice. You don’t know what someone else is going through. Be a friend, be helpful. Drop the judgements and the high flatulent attitudes and just pass on what you’ve learned on this journey of parenthood. You know stuff. Stuff people could use! Don’t hold it in and use it for judgment fuel. Give it out, respectfully, and see how everything changes.
I’ve appreciated the positive comments I’ve gotten on my posts – these include the ones agreeing with me and disagreeing with me. Thank you so much. Your advice and guidance has been a help to me and my family.
I wish nothing but the best for you all and for your families.
Erin of Diaper Duty