Summer Cool Down Parenting Failures (and Working Toward Successes)

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This summer brought parenting highs and lows to match the weather and my toddler’s ever-changing mood.

Once this summer warmed up, I found cooling down to be difficult. Here’s where we tried to enjoy ourselves in the hot weather — and found failure more than once:

1. The beach

During our first beach excursion of the summer, my son decided he doesn’t like being sandy. He immediately started crying and staring at the sand stuck between his fingers as if disaster had struck. After all the time we spent lathering on sunscreen, squeezing into swimsuits, and affixing his hat at just the right angle so he wouldn’t pull it off, my son was done. Even though we made sure we had enough snacks and water and towels and toys, that was it. We had the rest of the day free, with nothing to do but sit in bumper-to-bumper traffic on the way home while listening to our toddler tantrum. 

This was all supposed to be fun. Where did we go wrong? It was a perfect beach day on paper. We planned our beach trip around the coolest time on the hottest day. We scheduled our drive to avert nap disaster and beach traffic. Despite our best efforts, we somehow committed a parenting failure. 

2. The pool

It was a scorcher the other day, so I decided to take my son to the local pool after preschool. When we arrived, I could see lots of people on the pool deck, but no one was swimming. I knew the lifeguards often check the chemical levels of the pool, and sometimes there are 15-minute breaks from swimming when they have to readjust the chemicals.

With swimwear, water, snacks, and towels in tow, we headed to the bathhouse. The inside of the bathhouse was almost enough to turn me away. The floor was covered in a thin layer of sludge. Pool and shower water combined with dirt to create a biohazard. After we changed at the speed of lightning, we moved to the shower stalls. When I turned on the faucet, a small drip fell, and we attempted to shower under it. When I decided we were as wet as possible under the circumstances, we headed toward the pool.

The pool entrance was blocked by a gate. We turned around and were face to face with a woman who looked at us with pity. “The pool is closed for cleaning for the next hour. I think it’s all the sunscreen.” No cooling off for us. As we exited the bathhouse, my toddler screamed, “I wanna go to the pool!” over and over. In 101-degree heat, I tried to hustle my unmoving son along, back into the four-wheeled AC oasis. “It’s too hot for this,” I thought.

But all is not lost in summer parenting.

After many failed visits, we kept attempting the beach, over and over, and it got better. One day, my son was over the beach drama and ready to revel in its beauty. And just like that, it changed.

As the summer ends, hitting up the beach and other bodies of water is easier. And as with everything in childhood, I know that whatever happens, it’s probably just a phase. So we’ll head back to the community pool one morning, when the chemicals are fresh and balanced, and try again. Hopefully, like our beach experiences, it will get better.


Hey Girl, It’s Me. The Mom You’re Judging.

judging - Boston Moms BlogHey girl, it’s me.

Maybe we are Facebook friends, or we follow each other on Instagram. Perhaps we chat in the school parking lot. We may even hang out on the regular.

You know me.

You just don’t know it is me you are judging. Heck, you might not even know you are judging anyone at all.

But those posts? The ones that start with “I would never let my kid…” or “I would never…”? Yeah, those hit me in the gut.

You see, I am that mom you’re talking about. The one who swears in front of her kids and enjoys alcoholic drinks. The one who lives in a messy house and drives a messy car. The one who feeds her kids fast food and doesn’t blink at the thought of freeze pops, chips, or candy. The one who yells. The one whose kids dress themselves, and who only intervenes if the clothing choices are really bad or seasonally inappropriate. The one whose kids have electronic devices, play Fortnite, and watch YouTube. The one whose kids are loud, sometimes inappropriately behaved, and enjoy jokes about bodily functions. The one who enjoys time away from her kids.

The one who flinches a little when she realizes she is the person you are judging — even if you don’t realize it.

Oh, I know those memes aren’t directed at me personally. But they sting nonetheless.

I would like to say that this post will now take the proud, confident mom turn, and I will type that I don’t care about your posts and just go on living my own fantastic life. But that isn’t what is happening here. 

Because girl, I rock the imposter syndrome — and I rock it hard. When I see posts online by other moms touting their perfect lives and listing off things they deem unworthy of being deemed “good” mothering, I feel seen. Any comments from friends or family praising my mom skills go right out the window. Suddenly, I am just that mom. The one that every other mom on the playground must be judging as I glance at my cell phone, even if they are all doing the exact same thing. The inadequate mom who hasn’t quite made it to the level of the other moms around her.

So girl, when you are sharing those memes, I am asking you to pause before you hit post. Who are you aiming them at? Do you know? Is it anyone in particular? Is it me?

Or are you posting that stuff because you are trying to make yourself feel better about your own shortcomings?

Because if that’s the case, you really don’t need to hit post. I think you are a pretty rocking mama.

Even if you do stuff that I wouldn’t.

Coping with First Trimester Fatigue

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For the first couple of weeks after I learned we were expecting, I went about my days living in the clouds while crushing mommying my four children. I was giddy — thrilled — to learn that baby number five was finally on the way. And since I know for sure that this is the last time we will experience childbirth, I decided to totally embrace this pregnancy by savoring, loving, and fully experiencing every moment, from the first trimester to delivery.

All was going as planned, and then out of the blue, around six weeks along, I was knocked flat on my back by debilitating fatigue. Not just a little tired, but instead mind-numbing, physically weak, chest-crushing first-trimester exhaustion that literally stole the breath from my lungs. The fatigue has been holding me hostage for almost three weeks now.

I attempted to fight it off, work through it, find a magic elixir, and even get an earlier prenatal appointment. All attempts to remedy the crippling fatigue failed. My ideas of a beautiful and lovely pregnancy were already becoming a fleeting memory. In an attempt to reclaim my vision, I decided to adjust my expectations, recall the challenges of previous pregnancies, and embrace the reality. So I found myself succumbing and coping instead of living in the clouds! Here are five strategies that have helped make this fatigue-filled first trimester slightly (just very slightly) better.

Accepting it

I could fight the fatigue by saying things to myself like, “I’m too busy,” or “I have too many children to take care of, there is no place for fatigue in my life right now.” But that would not be fair to me or the baby I’m growing. My body is telling me that it is working hard right now and needs me to slow down, rest, and hit the pause button on some of my overly ambitious goals. I recognize that this is the sign of a healthy pregnancy, and I’m grateful that I have been blessed with that. So I’ve cleared my to-do list, emptied my social calendar, and made space for rest. Even though I have lots of kids, I can make time during the first trimester to put my feet up and relax if I let go of unnecessary expectations.

Drinking water 

Water hydrates and feels so good when I’m hot and tired. The summer sun seems to drain me even faster than before. Water is a refreshing boost. It is not the magic elixir I want it to be, but it is better than the sugary drinks that zap me even more or the carbonated seltzers that cause uncomfortable gas buildup. So I drink lots of water.

Napping regularly

Camp time for the kids has become nap time for mommy. My ideas of accomplishing personal goals have been shelved for now. Instead, I sleep. If I’m home with the big kids, I put a movie on. They think this is great, because their current screen time has increased significantly! When my husband is around, I tell him I need to nap, and while it is most often inconvenient, he gets it and takes on the parenting duties while I sleep. And you know, while I sleep, everything doesn’t happen as it does when I’m fully present. The kids run around, raid the pantry, fill their water cups on their own and leave a trail of water. They draw on the walls and make a complete mess of the house. But I don’t care. Right now I am taking care of my body, and they are learning independence.

Communicating my need for help and support

I finally had to crush my husband’s idea that I was supermom. I had him believing I could handle all four kids, plus lunches, dinners, activities, and household duties while pregnant. But once I accepted reality, I had to bring him into the light as well. I told him I needed help during the rough first trimester. I couldn’t do it all like I could just a few weeks ago. My superpowers had been transferred to the growing baby, and I was reduced to cat-like status. Please do more, rub my feet, and let me sleep curled up in a ball. He has responded wonderfully.

Showing up when the energy shows up

At first, I did nothing with my remaining energy out of fear of losing it. But the fatigue would still return, and I would feel even worse. So now, when I feel clear-headed and alive, I get after life. I hang out with my children, do some writing, catch up on cleaning or laundry, read a book, run some errands, pay some bills, take the kids on an outing, go for a walk, or take a yoga class. I don’t overdo it, but I get moving. At some point, the energy will return. I know — from four previous pregnancies — that I will nest. I look forward to the incredible burst of energy that will eventually take over and allow me to accomplish some of the organization goals I have currently tabled!

I know this will be the wonderful pregnancy I want it to be; it just might come with a few bumps in the road. So while first-trimester fatigue can be disheartening at a time when I want to feel happy and over the moon, it has become an opportunity to slow down, simplify, and focus on the most important and biggest task of the current moment. 


My Kids Do Not Get Along, Like, Ever, and It’s the Worst

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I am blessed to be a stay-at-home mom to my three kids, ages 8, 5, and 2. And my kids do not get along.

I mean, like, 95% of the time they cannot agree on anything. The sibling rivalry is brutal.

I spend my day with constant, low-level anxiety that one kid will set off another. Here is an example of the running dialogue in my head on a typical morning:

Great! My big kid is on the bus, and the preschooler and toddler are both in the playroom. I can empty the dishwasher, throw in a load of laundry, and microwave my leftover coffee before they start fighting. Cue dramatic preschooler screaming, “LEAVE ME ALOOONE!” I pop my head into the playroom. Toddler brother is hitting preschool sister with an action figure. I diffuse the situation and go back to the dishwasher, where I have only unloaded the top rack. A clingy toddler runs after me, crying, “Mamaaaa!” OK, I’ll unload the rest while holding the toddler. Toddler grabs a knife out of the dishwasher, soooo… nope. Close dishwasher, give the toddler a snack, and put on a video (potato chips and YouTube at 8:30 a.m.).  

I take advantage of his distraction and run to the basement to put in the laundry. Suddenly, the preschooler is at the top of the basement stairs, yelling, “Mom, I want snack too!” The toddler hears the word “mom” and runs to the top of the stairs, crying for me. As I attempt to stuff the last of the clothes in the washer and push “start,” the two little ones at the top of the stairs begin a battle.

I scoop up the toddler before he falls to his death and give the preschooler her own snack. Everyone good? Great! I’ll go upstairs to get dressed. (You know, so we can get out of the house today.) I put the toddler’s show back on so the kids won’t fight while I go upstairs. Preschooler is not happy with mommy’s choice of YouTube video, so I tell her to use her iPad while mommy gets dressed.  

I sneak upstairs and wash my face. I put in one contact lens. Then I hear screaming from the preschooler — “Stop sitting on me! Stop bothering me!” I go down the stairs — half blind — hop the baby gate, and pull the toddler off his sister. Sibling rivalry at its finest. I bring the toddler upstairs while I finish getting ready. Desperate to just get out of the house, I allow him to bring his potato chip breakfast upstairs, too.

I plop him on my bed and go back to my contacts. While inserting the final contact onto my eyeball, I hear the crunch of potato chips being smashed into my sheets. (More laundry! Great!) While he’s entertained by his mess, I get dressed and grab the kids’ clothes for the day, then we head back downstairs.  

Since I desperately need more coffee to tackle this day — and I still have not eaten breakfast — I decide to make a protein shake with my cold, leftover coffee. The toddler hears the sound of the blender and comes running into kitchen screaming, “Shake, shake!” So I let the kids make a smoothie together with fruit and yogurt, because I can’t share my coffee protein shake with them. They happily go into the living room with their smoothie cups, and I start sucking down my shake while finishing the dishwasher.

That entire rundown? It was approximately twenty minutes of my day.

But this is what it is like all day, in addition to the complication of after-school hours, when my 8-year-old autistic son is home and the sibling rivalry is magnified. He has a very hard time when he hears his siblings crying. So picture the above story plus a special needs child totally freaking out. That is a sample of what my real life is like as a parent.

It is messy and challenging at every turn. But it is the season of life we are in.

Even though they fight and argue, they still love each other. Those sweet moments I catch feel extra special. Someday I will look back and long for them to be this little. At times, I am overwhelmed and frustrated. But I am so grateful to have three kids healthy enough to fight each other. And hopefully, the bond they have as siblings will help them fight FOR each other in the end.


Boston-Area Back-To-School Events 2019

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Summer has flown by, and the kiddos will be heading back to school before we know it! Whether your celebration is in anticipation of a wonderful school year to come, or in anticipation of a quiet house as the school bus pulls away, here are some fantastic Boston-area back-to-school events to cap off summer 2019 in a fun way!

Tuesday, August 20 :: Back to School Survival with Essential Oils

An Unlikely Story, 111 South Street, Plainville :: 7–8:30 p.m. :: $20

This workshop will aid you in making DIY items to help with your child’s transition to the school year. You will learn the basics of essential oils and how they can help in your daily life! Each participant will be able to make two roller bottles tailored to support your child, as well as a thieves hand sanitizer and a choice of spray.

Wednesday, August 21 :: Back-to-School Brigade

Clear Path For Veterans, 84 Antietam Street, Devens :: 8 a.m.–6 p.m. :: Free for service members and veterans

Clear Path for Veterans, in participation with Operation Homefront, is giving away free backpacks to the children of service members and veterans on August 21. Please sign up here to receive a backpack for each child in your home. Participants must present proof of military service to pick up backpacks.

Thursday, August 22 :: Kindergarten Readiness Storywalk

Dedham Public Library, 43 Church Street, Dedham :: 10–11:30 a.m. :: Free

Calling all kindergarteners! It is your turn to shine! Take a stroll through this story walk and read Look Out Kindergarten, Here I Come by Nancy Carlson. At the end of the story, children are invited to draw what will be in their backpacks on their first day of school.

Friday, August 23 :: Back-to-School Party

Boston Public Library, West End Branch, 151 Cambridge Street, Boston :: 10:30–11:30 a.m. :: Free

Celebrate the end of summer and the start of a new school year with food, crafts, toys, and friends! Children of all ages are welcome. If you are coming in a group, please email [email protected] to register. Families will be admitted on a first-come, first-served basis the day of the program.

Monday, August 26 :: Community Back-to-School Backpack Giveaway

Brockton Public Library, 304 Main Street, Brockton :: 4–8 p.m. :: Free

Celebrate the beginning of the school year with your favorite Toy Story characters! There will be raffles, balloons, face painting, and music by DJ Darren. Students will receive school supplies to get the year started off right! Light refreshments will be served. Contact Malice Viega at 508-580-7890 ext. 205 or email [email protected] for more information.

Tuesday, August 27 :: Back-to-School Hacks

Newton Free Library, 330 Homer Street :: 3:30–4:30 p.m. :: Free

Are your tweens looking for ways to make back to school easier? Head on over to the Newton Free Library to make fun and unique items that will make you stand out! For students entering grades 5–7. This event will be held in the teen area of the library. No registration is necessary.

Wednesday, August 28 :: Back-to-School Day at the East Boston Farmers Market

East Boston Farmers Market, Central Square, East Boston :: 3–6:30 p.m. :: Free

Children will receive a free meal, as well as free backpacks and free apple coupons. There will also be a fruit-infused water station with Let’s Get Movin’. Special guests include the Boston Cyclists Union, the UMass Extension Nutrition Education Program, the East Boston YMCA, and the East Boston Youth Action Council.

Wednesday, August 28 :: Back-to-School Snacks Cooking Class

ChopChop Test Kitchen, 697 Belmont Street, Belmont :: 9 a.m.–12 p.m. :: $75

Kids in grades 1–5 will learn how to prepare fun, delicious snacks they can pack in school lunches, bring on field trips, or even munch on after school!

Sunday, September 1 :: Back-to-School Bash

IronBound NorthShore Neighborhood, 3-11 Mt Vernon Street, Lynn :: 2–7 p.m. :: Free

Many organizations in Lynn have come together to form this community Back-to-School Bash! There will be music by a DJ, free hair cuts, free hair styles, backpack giveaways, and much more fun!

Saturday, September 7 :: Paint N Skate: Back to School!

Chez Vous Roller Skating Rink, 11 Rhoades Street, Boston :: 3–7 p.m. :: $15

Join Chez-Vous and Diane Vivian productions for a back to school themed Paint N Skate! There will be performances, giveaways, and much more during this day of family fun! Advance tickets are good for one skate rental and one canvas to paint. For more info please call 617-825-6877.

Saturday, September 7 :: Litty Ligo Back-to-School Community Day

Tobin Community Center, 1481 Tremont Street, Roxbury Crossing :: 1–4:30 p.m. :: Adults $10, Painting Activity $10. Children are free as long as they are registered

The goal of this back-to-school event is to teach children about community. There will be backpack, school supply, and hygiene product giveaways, as well as many activities for children of all interests, including exercise, art, meditation, video games, and much more. Please pre-register here.

Boston Moms Blog wishes everyone a happy, safe, and FUN school year!


So Little Time, So Many Food Delivery Options

I have to admit, when it comes to certain things, I am more than willing to take the lazy way out. Working full time on top of being a parent and a playwright allows me access to the easy button every once in awhile. And when it comes to food delivery, I may as well be a sloth, but I’ve learned to be OK with that. Luckily, there are plenty of options to fill my pantry for the long haul or my stomach on a hangry quick fix.

Grocery delivery

Peapod is a lifesaver when you don’t want to spend your limited weekend time food shopping. Cause those weekends know how to fly by. The fees and limited selection on some items are definite cons. But it’s great for not having to lug heavy or bulky items up three flights of stairs if you are an apartment dweller. They deliver right to your door — literally!

Other great grocery delivery options to dry? Instacart, Amazon Fresh/Prime Now, and Google Express.

Meal delivery kits

My partner and I have very different opinions on food. He could eat steak and potatoes for dinner every night, while I do not touch beef. Even though we do like many of the same foods individually, it can sometimes be difficult to plan meals with entrees and sides that we can both agree on that offer enough of a variety. Plus, we are both pretty passive about what to do when the “what do you want to do for dinner” question comes up. Enter meal kits. Every week we choose two Hello Fresh meals from a range of options, and the ingredients and cooking instructions are delivered. The recipes are easy to follow and delicious.

Other meal kit companies to try? Blue Apron, Plated, Green Chef, the Purple Carrot.

Takeout

In the pre-baby days we went out to eat or got takeout. A lot. Almost every night of the week, practically. For obvious reasons, those days are behind us, but we do sometimes have a “treat yourself” night. GrubHub has a great variety of places to order dinner from. Uber Eats has slimmer pickings, but you can track your order and contact your driver directly.

Taking the easy way out isn’t always practical. But food delivery certainly is convenient and is fantastic for time-saving purposes. Parenting is hard work, so I’ll take any hack I can!


You Can Always Say No

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In case you haven’t heard, I’ve been on a “yes” kick lately. I had noticed time going by too quickly. And I was aware of my tendency to stick to routines and in my comfort zone. So I have been working on saying yes more often in an effort to give my family and myself that much more

But the other day, I was moaning to my best friend that one of our sacred weekend days was jam-packed with activities and back-to-back birthday parties. I knew it was going to be stressful, sugar-loaded, and time-crunched, and that by the end of the day, I would be fried — and my daughter probably would be, too.

“You can always say no,” she said.

Which, of course, I blew off. Because, how could I say no when there wasn’t a good reason to bow out? How could I say no when I had already told my daughter about both invites? And how could I say no and hold her back from fun activities and celebrating with her friends?

In fact, it turns out it’s actually really easy to do. You open your mouth, form the sounds, and the words simply roll off your tongue.

I said no that weekend. And I did not have a compelling argument as to why. I said no and explained to my daughter that sometimes we just can’t do it all. I said no and got two more hours to enjoy with my family.

It felt so good! It felt so empowering to stand up as a mom and as a woman who has been socialized to say yes. I even took it a step further and avoided giving in to the urge to come up with an excuse as to why we would not participate in an activity we’d been invited to. I felt proud as I helped my daughter make a choice between activities. It felt so affirming to hold true to what felt right for me and my family.

By saying no, I said yes to what mattered. And I will say no again.


Dear Pre-Baby Body: I Don’t Want You Back

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I’ve always had a unique relationship with my body.

Sometimes I’ve loved it, sometimes I’ve resented it, and most of the time I’ve been self-conscious in it. Hiding parts that didn’t live up to the expectations of others (or at least what I thought those were). Partaking in crazy restrictive diets and intense workout programs, and praying the scale would go down when I’d weigh in.

The subject of body image is so relevant, regardless of if you’ve had children. But having had multiple babies, I have encountered an unhealthy body image subculture — an obsession with getting back to that pre-baby body. Where the pressure is on to burn those calories with the hopes of zipping up your favorite (non-maternity) jeans in record time after birth. Where women compare one another on social media with hashtags indicating how many months they are post giving birth. Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s an incredible accomplishment and no easy feat. And it’s wonderful that women are comfortable in sharing their journey and inspiring others to feel their best after the life-changing event of having a baby.

But I want to recognize an alternative journey.

One that I find is not discussed as frequently as the ideal of the pre-baby body, but it’s equally enlightening. It’s an effort to normalize and truly value the postpartum body. The journey of reveling in the organic and raw state, celebrating each stripe and sag, and finding beauty in the softer or fuller areas in our skin. Learning to develop a healthy relationship with the new form our bodies take, and having a profound appreciation for the body’s capability of creating, carrying, and bringing forth life.

Honestly, it took some time for me to cultivate this mindset and level of acceptance. But I have found such satisfaction in this space of gratitude. Self-reflection and positive affirmations helped me strengthen my connection with my body. And, in turn, this has helped me redefine my identity — and find myself.

I am comfortable in my postpartum skin. Getting dressed to go out is fun. Wearing a swimsuit is comfortable. Being naked is relaxing. And having sex is enjoyable. My confidence came when I ditched the scale and invited myself to slow down in a world with unrealistic expectations and pressures on new mothers coming from every angle.

The whirlwind of motherhood can be overwhelming and difficult to process. My lack of desire to shed the pounds or eliminate the cellulite is not a disguise for laziness; instead, I have learned to welcome rest — both mentally and physically. It has been life-changing to shift my perspective, making the conscious choice to enjoy my femininity (whatever that may look or feel like). Why do our bodies need to be what they used to be? Can we not be satisfied with how they are now? All of us women deserve bragging rights — our bodies are amazing.

I am currently pregnant with my third baby, and with each pregnancy I have learned a little more about my body, listening to it while softening the voices of outside forces.

Putting trust in it, respecting it, appreciating it, and making it my friend, not foe. Instead of keeping up with the Joneses and buying the newest “lose weight fast” products or “quick fit boot camp” programs, I will be making a conscious effort to remain present and continue to move forward, embracing my new body. This body that has tirelessly nourished and snuggled my babies.

I have no intention of “bouncing back” to my pre-baby body. I invite you to make space for a new narrative when discussing postpartum bodies in the hope that societal standards will shift and empower women to make decisions that work for them and make them feel their best.


 

6 Unexpected Gifts of Motherhood

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Tonight was a rough bedtime for my 2-year-old. She was full of energy from a late afternoon nap and just couldn’t settle. After an hour of bouncing in bed, she was overtired but still unable to fall asleep. All she wanted was Mama. As I stroked her soft little cheek and whispered some variation of “PLEASE go to sleep,” I was struck by how much of a gift it is to be her mom.   

I tend to be a bit of a cynic. Humor is my main way of coping with the chaos that is motherhood. I tell funny stories and find ways to laugh at myself so I can make it through the really tough and isolating days. I’m rarely sentimental and not one to wax poetic about a golden glow of motherhood. But, I am deeply grateful for my children, and (most days) really thankful for all the blessings that come along with motherhood. Humor and not taking yourself too seriously are invaluable tools in parenthood. But gratitude (and a good attitude) is important too. I’m learning (slowly) that gratitude grows as I practice it. Here are some of the unexpected blessings motherhood has given me.

A deep sense that I am not the center of the universe

My children have made it very clear, from day one, that I am no longer the center of my universe. (They think they are.) It’s oddly freeing to let go of the notion that we are in control and that what we want is most important. We all want to be part of something bigger — motherhood gives you that in abundance. 

Very little embarrassment or shame

After enough days of being covered in someone else’s bodily fluids, not much embarrasses me. If you can survive the shame of your child licking the seat on the Green Line train, you’re good. After years of worrying about what people thought about me, it’s a beautiful gift to feel free(er) from this anxiety. (On the other hand, worrying about whether I’m eternally ruining my children? That hasn’t changed.)

The chance to be loved unconditionally

For all their narcissistic ways, children have a holy and pure way of being able to love, without condition. My husband loves me incredibly well, but I don’t think I’d ever known truly unconditional love until I had kids. I’ve heard this changes as they get older. But for now, nothing warms my cold, cynical heart like my toddler sleepily proclaiming, “Mommy, I wheely wuv you,” even after the roughest of days.

The chance to translate what I love to my children

A lifetime ago, I studied physics and thought that nuclear policy was going to be my bread and butter. TL;DR, I took a different life path, but I still geek out over subatomic particles. Now, my kids have board books about quarks and electrons, and they love to try to explain gravity to me. Getting to share the things that I love with them makes me love it all even more. And having to break it down into elementary school pieces forces me to understand even more deeply!

The chance to see my husband as an amazing dad

I really lucked out when it came to my husband. He is the yin to my yang, patient where I am fiery, easy-going where I am too driven. Eight years into marriage, I still consider myself a lucky bride. But getting to watch him be a dad is like watching an eagle take flight. He is a rockstar daddy who adores his children and is all-hands-on-deck in seeing them turn into kind, smart humans. Seeing him as a dad brings out a whole other level of sweetness in our marriage.

Lots and lots of laughter

When all else fails, we come back to my standby — laughter. Kids are just funny. And at the end of the day, I laugh way more as a mom than I ever did before having kids. (Sometimes that’s so I don’t cry.) But most of the time it’s because the greatest unexpected gift of motherhood is how much I really like my little people.


Self-Care Strategies for Stressed-Out Moms

I recently watched the beautiful movie Tully and had a profound and visceral reaction to it. The film follows Marlow, a mom of three young kids (including an infant), and her silent descent into depression and burn-out. What’s poignant about this movie, however, is how absolutely relatable it is.

It doesn’t tackle postpartum depression in an obvious way. No, what is so alarming is how “normal” everything seems. No one, not even the character herself, is even aware of or tuned in to the menacing signs and symptoms of exhaustion and depression that appear so obvious to the viewer.

For me, this is a cautionary tale about the ways moms mostly do not prioritize self-care in their everyday lives due to overwhelm, guilt, survival, or lack of resources for help and support.

And as I watched the film, I too felt the pangs of empathy, knowing exactly what it’s like to be so hormonal, so prideful, and so stubborn as a new mom that even if help was offered to me I was loathe to accept it. I was going to be “that” mom. The mom with a golden nipple spouting water in the backyard as an award for my breastfeeding prowess and tenacity to keep going at all costs. The mom who could work full time and endure sleepless nights (and even a little mastitis from time to time) and still keep smiling, and doing, and giving.

Now that my kids are older, I see what a disservice I was doing by not claiming the self-care time I needed. But it doesn’t make it any easier for moms to accept help, let alone ask for it. The “it takes a village” concept is amazing, but what if you feel isolated in your community? What if you don’t have family around or good friends to rely on? 

Below are some (completely free) self-care strategies that mamas of any stripe can utilize to help calm the nervous system. You can even do these with your baby or child! Most importantly, these strategies are not a quick fix but are a blueprint for continuous and sustainable self-care. And the best part is that they are effective at reducing stress and boosting dopamine production fast.

1. 4-7-8 breathing technique

This is one of my favorite breathing exercises. I use it when I’m nervous before a speaking engagement, when I’m angry and feel a bubble of rage coming up, and even while watching scary movies. It’s very easy and very effective. Breathe in through your nose for a count of four. Hold it for a count of seven and then breathe out through your mouth for a count of eight. Do this four times. What you’re doing is helping to shut down the amygdala, which is the “smoke detector” in your brain alerting you to “fight or flight.” When you can dampen the amygdala it helps beef up the prefrontal cortex, where your rational thoughts reside. 

2. Shower yoga

Even if I’m taking a quick shower, I’ll do five minutes of shower yoga. What is shower yoga? Well, it’s basic yoga postures that can be done in the shower. Obviously, make sure your shower is not slippery, and gauge your space so you can take safety precautions. I keep it very simple with a few sun salutations, a chair pose, a squat, and warrior two (I follow that sequence about four times). I love the feel of the water from the shower on my back, and it’s just enough time to get me energized for the day (no matter what kind of sleep I got the night before).

3. Yoga nidra

On the nights that I’m really wired or stressed and can’t wind down easily, I use a yoga nidra recording. Yoga nidra is a beautiful, calming sleep yoga that works through different levels of consciousness, called koshas. The cool part is that even if I fall asleep while listening, my unconscious mind is soaking in the goodness. Some studies have found that 30 minutes of yoga nidra a few days a week can have the same effect as two hours of restorative REM sleep and can boost dopamine production by as much as 60% for just one session!

4. Music

Music soothes your baby to sleep, calms cranky criers, and boosts brain activity and creativity. So why wouldn’t it do the same for you? In fact, while so many people think of self-care as a spa day or mani-pedi sesh or a girls weekend away, something as simple as music can provide many of the same benefits of relaxation, pleasure, calm, and connection. With so many free options to find just the right tune for the activity (Google Play, Spotify, Brain FM, Pandora) self-care can be as easy as putting on some headphones for 10 minutes while doing a diaper change or preparing a meal.

5. Affirmations

Our brains have neuroplasticity, which means that even deeply-ingrained habits and negative thought patterns can change. New neural pathways can be laid down simply by repeating mantras and affirmations. Remember, the brain sees anything real OR imagined as a possible threat. In the same way we work ourselves into a frenzy, we can also train our brains to be wired toward joy and gratitude and positivity. Affirmations are a great way to do that. Make up your own simple catchphrases or mantras, or use these: “I am a good mom.” “I deserve self-care and rest.” “I love nourishing and nurturing myself as well as my family.”

6. Nature

This one is my favorite. Whenever I’m in a funk, I head for the forest. Forest bathing, or what the Japanese call shinrin yoku is the practice of simply being among the trees. Benefits include increased immunity, lowered stress hormones, lower blood pressure, and increased energy and vitality. But, most importantly, it changes the scenery, which sometimes is the best self-care of all. When my babies were little, just going outside changed the mood so quickly, with new smells and sights and stimulation. I could ward off a tantrum even on the streets of Cambridge. If you live near a nature reserve, park, or forest, wear your baby or bring your stroller and head out on a path.

How do you self-care?


Getting a Puppy Versus Having a Baby :: Are They Really That Different?

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I am sure most “seasoned” parents have had a giggle at the expense of a newly pregnant parent-to-be claiming they are prepared for parenthood because they have a dog. I know I have.

And yet, here I am. A new “puppy parent,” thinking, I have had five human children. I am prepared for puppy parenting.

Because, you know, keeping five human babies alive must be more difficult than training a tiny puppy, right? 

Bueller? Bueller?

Yeah, I get it. Wrong. I am totally wrong. Puppy parenting isn’t exactly easier than human baby parenting.  It is just a different kind of hard. Or is it?

Ways puppy parenting is the same as human baby parenting:

They have very sharp claws

Sure, parents of human babies may call these “fingernails,” but that doesn’t change the fact that any kind of baby has claws that will slice you like Edward Scissorhands in a buffet line if you don’t watch out!

They put everything in their mouths

You don’t want them to chew on it? Into the mouth it goes. Thousands of dollars on Baby Einstein and squeaky squirrels, and I spend my days prying sneakers out of drooly mouths. And if it is small enough to pose a choking hazard? Move quick, mama — because that thing looks delicious.

They never stay where you put them down

Set up as many fun play areas as you want. They will be wedging themselves under couches for reasons only they know (and then crying that they are stuck there). 

Their emotions are loud

There’s crying, there’s whining, there’s barking, there’s general “learning to use this thing called a voice box.” It is loud, it is constant, and it may leave the neighbors thinking you are housing at least a dozen other small beings in your home.

Teething

On everything. All the time. Everywhere.

Just because you know how to handle an older one doesn’t mean you have a clue what to do with a baby one

Yeah, that. “I babysat in college” is a great saying, but it doesn’t mean you will have any idea what to do with a crying newborn at 2 a.m. when you haven’t slept in three days. Likewise, even though we had an amazing dog for a decade, we adopted him after the puppy phase. Thus, my experience with a dog we got as a previously potty trained, past-the-teething-point, 7-month-old pup doesn’t hold a candle to the 11-week-old shelter pup we just welcomed into our home. She is beautiful. And clueless. And a BABY.

They can be notoriously difficult to potty train

OK, so maybe just mine are. But there will be pee. Everywhere, at all times. The only differences I have found in potty training puppies vs. potty training humans is a) it is socially acceptable to diaper a small human when you give up (um, I mean when they aren’t quite ready for potty training), and b) it is socially acceptable to put a puppy outside to potty. Flip those two things around, and you may end up with a thrilled toddler, a confused puppy, and a mom still mopping up pee.

Sometimes you need a break

Whether the baby is furry or not, sometimes you need to plop him or her in a playpen or crate and take a breather from the crying/barking.

There’s nothing better than snuggling a sleeping baby

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And at the end of the day, it is all totally worth it.


The 7 Ways I Woke Up This Week

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I have a vague recollection of what sleep was like pre-kids. I remember it being more plentiful. And the quality of the sleep itself was much better before I grew “mom ears” and started waking up immediately when a 30-pound person 20 feet away through two solid wood doors rolled over. I remember waking up on weekends so lazily, the slowly stirring awareness of consciousness settling over my hazy mind.

Then the children came.

When they’re babies, it’s just plain old sleep deprivation. Nothing fancy, just a basic form of torture outlawed by the Geneva Convention yet somehow totally cool when perpetrated by a tiny human that looks marginally like you. Then as they get older, their torturing skills mature. It becomes less about brute force denial of sleep and more about finding psychological mechanisms for draining the joy out of the act of sleep.

To best illustrate my point, here you are — a compilation of the seven ways I woke up this week.

Monday — 4:17 a.m.

I am asleep. I sense something. A presence. I slowly come out of my slumber and crack open a single eye. My 5-year-old daughter stands next to my bed, staring intently at my face. She looks concerned. Worried. Like something very deep is on her mind. Something that requires immediate conversation. A warm feeling of love for her washes over me. She needs me. I am here for her no matter what time it is.

Me: What’s up, sweet pea? You look worried.
Her (deadpan): Mom, how big is Tom Brady?
Me: Huh?
Her: How big is Tom Brady?
Me: You mean, like, the football player?
Her: Yeah, how big is he. Is he bigger than Papa?
Me: Did you wake me up at 4 in the morning to ask me this?
Her: What’s 4 in the morning?
Me: Go back to bed.

She does not go back to bed.

Tuesday — 2:21 a.m.

A jolt of electricity zaps through my body as I am tased awake by a blood-curdling scream. My 2-year-old son is lying on the floor in his room, writhing in agony. He’s screaming, clutching the trunk of his little body, consumed by this demon that possesses him. I throw myself onto the floor and wrap him in my arms, checking for blood or swelling or protruding broken bones.

Me: Baby, what’s wrong?!
Him (screaming): Gahhhhhblaaaframmmbbbb!!!
Me: I don’t understand what you’re saying! Are you hurt? What’s wrong?
Him (wailing): IIIIIIIIII wannnnnnnnnanananaaaaaattttttggggggg!!!
Me: You want something? What do you need?
Him: I WANT A HOT DOG!!!

He does not get a hot dog.

Wednesday — 6:35 a.m.

I am asleep. I am in my bed. It is quiet. I slowly open my eyes and see my 5-year-old snuggled between me and my husband. She is adorable and sleeping and I smile looking at her little face. She stirs. Her big brown eyes open.

Me: Good morning, baby. I love you!
Her: I had a pee-pee accident.

I suddenly become aware of my wet PJ pants clinging to my legs.

Thursday — 12:06 a.m.

I am asleep. My mom ears detect footsteps in the hallway. It’s the 2-year-old. He might go back to bed. I’m not getting up. He goes down the stairs. I’m not getting up. Then the sobbing begins. I get up.

Me: Buddy, what’s the matter?
Him (wailing): I want my grrfssy!
Me: Your what? Your cup?
Him: NOOOOO!!!
Me: You want your cow? (stuffed cow named “Corn-Corn” — a big deal)
Him: NOOOOOOOO!

I pick him up and carry him upstairs and into his room. I snuggle him while he cries hysterically. After a solid 15 minutes of trying to discern what the heck he is so upset about, I deduce that he was saying “gifts.” He woke up thinking it was Christmas and that Santa didn’t come. Dear God, it’s August.

Friday — 6 a.m.

My alarm goes off. I open my eyes, and my 5-year-old walks in.

Me: Good morning, kiddo!
Her (casually sauntering over): Mama, when are you gonna die?

Not today, my friend. Not today.

Saturday — 4:54 a.m.

I hear crying. The 1-year-old. Sometimes she cries for a minute then falls back asleep. I wait. She does not stop. The crying escalates, and I try to summon myself out of bed. My brain is half consumed with fervor to get myself to move and half consumed with the screaming mom guilt of not popping up the second I first heard her. I am a horrible mother, and I am stuck in bed. I shuffle to her room. Her little foot is stuck in the crib slats. I feel awful as I walk across the room to free her. She rotates her body, and her foot pops free. She stops crying. Then she starts laughing. She stands up, waves, and says, “Hi!” She is psyched. If I’d stayed in my room 20 seconds longer, she would have rolled over, fallen back asleep, and I could have kept sleeping.

Sunday — 8:30 a.m.

I am confused. The position of the sun tells me it’s a reasonable time of the morning to be waking up, yet I hear nothing. Nobody is awake.

OH MY GOD. EVERYBODY IS DEAD.

I jump up. Something must be wrong. I run to my 5-year-old’s door. She is in bed. She moves her legs. Alive. I run to the baby’s room, peek in, and see her there — not moving. I decide to check my son before going back for proof of life. Slowly, I open his door and see his little head on the pillow. I take one step into his room so I can see his face…

Me (stepping squarely on a lego): &$@^Q#&^Q@$#*%*#%#!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Baby: WwwwwwwWWWWWWWAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!
5-year-old (running out of her room): What happened???
2-year-old: Hi, Mama. What does ‘“&$@^Q#” mean?

Everybody is very much alive.


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