Education, Mom, Motherhood, NYC, SAHM, Toddlers, Washington State

ABCs with my Mini Me’s

Entertaining small people is no easy feat. Between energy levels and attention spans (squirrel!), toddlers provide a world of challenges one never knew was possible.

Then there is How to do it? What’s too much? What’s too little? Am I doing too much? Too little? This part, I know, is a completely new phenomenon. When I was a child I’m pretty sure my parents either put me outside or gave me some toys and I entertained myself. Yes, I was in daycare as well. Both of my parents worked for the airlines so I had to go somewhere. However, unlike today, my daycare and then preschool did not come with the promise of having me reading and doing basic math by three years old. I went, I played, I napped, I conquered. Today it’s workbooks and writing and pre-school tuitions that cost as much as an in-state university (one of the top in NYC is $17,500 for two days a week 8:20-11:20). The pressure to get your child into a program, or order the books and activities for home is coming at you from every angle, increasing the ever present “mom guilt” or parent guilt that just You is not enough.

Living in New York City for five years brought this pressure in a whole new life. I had heard crazy rumors (singing child up for school while pregnant with said child), but didn’t believe them. Then there was dinner out at 32-weeks pregnant with our first when our neighboring table asked which wait lists we were on. Then there was the acknowledging that if you planned on living in New York and lived in certain areas, the unspoken pressure to have your child enrolled in a private school was very present. Neighbors in our building gave bewildered glances when they discovered our two-year-old wasn’t in school. I listened to moms take phone calls about their children’s acceptance for Kindergarten. AS my time in NYC grew I learned that a) Bravo’s Odd Mom Out is completely accurate (and very highly recommended) and b) I was feeling the pressure.

I knew there was never going to be private school in New York. That just wasn’t something I was interested in. But I was also a teacher in a former life and I loved to be creative and artsy so the question I gave myself was, how do I blend my creativity with my educational knowledge without being overly educational?

My now four and a half year old helped provide the answer. She loved to read and before turning three had started asking me what things said. Then there was NYC. An endless playground of opportunities. And so, like the village, I decided we would take an adventurous route in learning our ABCs. Now as my middle child approaches his third birthday I get to do it again. My focus is on fun and learning but in a larger picture sense. There will be cooking and scavenger hunts, art projects and star gazing. There will be one letter a week with five different activities. But most of all, there will be FUN.

Need something to do this summer? Feel like having some fun with your little? Join me each week for some fun with the ABCs!

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Baby, Life Changes, Love, Mom, Motherhood, NYC, SAHM

The Start of the SAHM Life

I have been meaning to write this for almost 8-months now, but every day I say I’m going to do it, the day ends and merely the thought of writing is all that has happened. Such is the life of a newly inducted SAHM (that’s Stay At Home Mom for those of you who don’t know).

I didn’t always think I would be a SAHM right off the bat. I mean, I wanted to be one eventually, after I had all the kids I would have, but right away – meh. Then my Little Roo was born. Really it was even before that moment that I knew I would be beyond 100% satisfied with my life if I stayed home. And did I know it would be hard? Yeah. I had no doubt that when people told me it was one of the hardest jobs they have ever done that they were telling the truth. But to actually experience that personally took that belief to a whole other level.

 

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I’ll be honest – I already don’t remember what my job entailed those first couple months. I was a complete zombie who apparently kept a very happy demeanor (according to my husband, who didn’t tell me that until after, just in case a comment like that made me explode, haha). Once my husband went back to work I was sure I would be able to keep up with my old schedule. I mean, the baby just sleeps 90% of the time, right? Well, all I could ever answer when he would come home asking what I did for the day was. . . “I don’t know”. As along as it wasn’t too negative temperature-wise outside I knew we went for a walk, but the rest of it – well my memory decided to go the way of Dory.

Fortunately for my sanity (that was probably on the brink with the lack of sleep, even if I wasn’t aware of it), we were blessed with a good sleeper who was sleeping through the night by 8-10 weeks. That was at least one really hard part out of the way, but that by no means made the list of hard things smaller. I tried making a schedule, writing down exactly what I wanted to accomplish (I’m a total list person). I pinned everything on fun things I could do with my Roo, and yet I still felt like I was being inadequate as a mother. My job was to stay home, enriching her life but also make the home clean and comfortable for us all – why was this so overwhelming!?

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Almost 8-months have gone by now, and while there are still days I feel completely overwhelmed, desiring to do nothing more than to crawl into my bed and sleep everything away, I wouldn’t trade any of these last months for anything. Being a SAHM is the dream job I didn’t fully realize I wanted but it’s a job I can’t imagine not having and not giving my absolute everything.

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