Thoughts on Motherhood :: One Year

Last year, a few months after Remi was born, a post I wrote about my experience as a new mom got a some snark from (anonymous) people on the internets. It sucked, to say the least. Here I was, a new mom, navigating this crazy thing called parenthood. I suppose I sounded a little pretentious and sure, he was still so young. But the gist of it still remains the same, even twelve months in: it’s still easier than I thought it would be. 

Now, my blog has never been a guide to life and I’ve never been arrogant enough to suggest that I am some expert in parenting after only a few weeks/months/years, even. But it’s my experience. That’s all I have to offer. So, here are a few of my thoughts about motherhood now that Remi is a year old.

There Are Good Days and There Are Bad Days

This is a given, but I think what helps me is knowing that there will be good days and there will be bad days. It seems so self explanatory, but when I give myself and Remi grace, things aren’t so bad. I’m reminded that a bad day doesn’t mean a bad life. Also, when I’m really struggling because Remi is a handful, I tell myself that he’s still a baby! It’s hard to get upset at him if he’s being destructive or loud or crying because that’s how he is learning to function. The world is a scary place when you don’t have the capacity to understand or interact with it! 

I Miss Working

This one surprised me. I knew I would never be mom-of-the-year, but I’m finding myself wanting to work more and more. I’m so incredibly thankful that I’m not forced to work outside of the home, so I am filling my time with small projects here and there, including activism and working with local community organizations. 

It’s the Best Time of My Life

Sounds cheesy, but it’s true. As I mentioned in his obligatory one-year Instagram photo, I never really understood the claims that a baby could have a personality that shows compassion or whatever, but I get it now. Remi is the sweetest thing I’ve ever come across. He’s a flirt, and I have a feeling I’m not the only one who has fallen in love with his eyes and his smile. He’s rambunctious and reckless and his father’s mini-me. He’s a snuggler, and will curl up in my lap at the end of the day while we watch Jeopardy as a family. While I said before that there are good days and there are bad days, I have no doubt that this is the best time of my life so far, and I can’t wait for it to get even better.

Photo by Candice Benjamin Photography


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