Tuesday, May 26, 2015

MTT :: Becoming a Confident Mother

When I was younger, I had absolutely no clue what kind of Mom I wanted to be. I never gave one single thought to whether I would breastfed, co-sleep, feed him/her only organic or send them to daycare while I worked a 9-5. Fast forward two and half years later and I'm a mom who learned all too quickly that in the big scheme of things, none of those things matter. Not to your child anyway. Being able to grasp this concept has made me so confident as Connor's mother. It's this confidence in my role that has made the past 2 1/2 years some of the best years of my life.


Connor doesn't remember if he was breast or bottle fed. What he can tell you is that his favorite part of this weekend was that he got to be Captain American Dino Hulk and that he toured trains with Daddy. While I wish I could have had a better breastfeeding experience with Connor, I know that there is no doubt that I gave everything to my child in those early days. It may have came from a bottle but he was fed. He was swaddled. He was rocked. He was adored. And he thrived.


I never once thought I would share our bed with a 2.5 year old. But we do and I can't say I hate it. While it's the worst sleep ever and most times, James ends up on the couch at 4AM, there is just something that makes my heart melt when I can reach out and touch Connor's warm, baby soft self laying just inches from me. 6 our of 7 nights out of the week Connor sleeps all night in his crib but on the occasion that he wakes, there will be no hesitation: I will make room for him in our bed.


Regardless of it you are a stay at home Mom or working Mom, days are long and sometimes, it takes everything in you not to give up. As a Mom, you know your child. Every facial expression, moan, cry and attitude, you know. This makes you a pro. I am a pro at being Connor's Momma. No one knows Connor better than me. I know each and every tone in his voice. I know when he needs a bit more patience. I know the exact minute that his limits have been pushed. Some days are a thunderstorm and you are praying for just a bit of sun while others are filled with flowers and smiles. Either way, I can handle every bit of Connor; good, bad, happy or crabby.


Like life, there are seasons to parenting. In the beginning, you have the sleep deprived new baby stage. Time goes on and you find yourself with a one year old who is slowly grasping what it means to be a little person and your world is turned upside down thanks to a tiny tornado. Then one day you wake up and realize that your single purpose is to make your little one happy, that you are spending your day with your best friend. To facilitate a childhood that involves making memories, creating friendships, protecting them from the ugly of the world and giving them the chance to find their own confidence. As a mother, you take this opportunity and you confidently raise the next generation. You step up to the plate with as much confidence as a Momma can muster and you rock motherhood. You shine. You excel and you live like there is nothing more important than being this little person's biggest fan. Because when you think about it, that's what you are: a loving, supporting, confident mother.



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