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It was the fourth day in a row: At 4:30 in the morning, I was woken up by my 3-year-old screaming, “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!!!” I went in, wondering what the need du jour would be. The issue today? She wanted socks. I should note that she went to bed with socks. She had taken them off.

Another morning, she coughed, and so her tummy hurt, and she needed a hug. Another morning, she took her blanket off and wanted it back on. I couldn’t help but think I was never going to get a full night’s sleep ever again.

But the next morning, I didn’t hear from from her until 7 a.m. Bliss.

I had to laugh.

This was yet another example of my daughter going through a phase, and I had been convinced it was never going to end. Another example of a time where I worried about how the rest of our lives would be affected, refusing to even consider that it was only a phase and we’d get past it.

I couldn’t help but reflect on our journey together thus far, and how many phases I once thought were permanent. But, every time, we got through. (Including the universal phase of newborn sleep deprivation!) At the time, no amount of being told it was a phase was enough, and I never thought I would survive. But I did.

When my daughter was a baby, she would always cry at bath time. She would always need to nurse after diaper changes. Her pacifier was her ultimate nap and bedtime companion. I am proud to say that none of these ring true anymore. I also remember a fun phase, shortly before I went back to work, where she practiced the torture technique of sleep deprivation on me once again. Lord knows, I thought I was doomed forever. I was not.

Now, we are in the midst of potty training. And negotiating the world through the eyes of a threenager. We are also awaiting the arrival of her baby sister. We will be going through many more phases for the two of them. Will I have the strength, humor, and wisdom to remember that this, too, shall pass? I sure hope so. Being able to see that this is not forever will certainly not give me more sleep, but it may give me a tad more serenity. As my friend told me when my daughter was only a few weeks old, “She won’t go to college doing that!”

Lindsay Goldberg
Lindsay Goldberg is a working mom who then comes home and works there, too. She loves finding quick, healthy recipes to make for her family and lives for her Sunday morning escape to the gym. She has given up on trying to find balance, and is, instead focused on surviving and being Good Enough. Likes- books, family dance parties, morning snuggles, and drinking coffee when it's still hot. Dislikes- recipes with more than 10 ingredients or 10 steps, winter, and deadlines