"Gypsy gold does not chink and glitter. It gleams in the sun and neighs in the dark."

~ Saying of the Gladdagh Gypsies of Galway


Showing posts with label mom syndrome. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mom syndrome. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

On being a Mom...

Many people tell you your life will change forever once you have a child. Biggest understatement I have ever heard if I do say so myself. I don't believe anyone can ever explain what 'your life will change forever' truly means until you have experienced it for yourself.

For the past 356 days, my life has changed, drastically, in so many ways. And many of these ways are silent to everyone but myself, and sometimes my husband who gets dealt the brunt of my sporadic emotional fits!

I long for a full nights sleep. But, for as long as I live, I doubt I will experience this again. A restless night doesn't end when my baby stops teething. I envision nights ahead laying awake while my child grows in leaps and bounds. Starting school, catching colds, making friends, turning into a teenager [lord help me], driving [lord help me], going to college, moving out....you catch my drift.

Everything I do today, for the past 356 days, always goes right in line with thinking of my kid. Some things I may have done before, without thought, now creates a moment of pause. Reminding myself I have a child now, who needs me, who depends on me. And I need to make sure my decisions are smart for no other reason than because I need to be here for my child.

They say when you have a baby, you life will change forever. Yes, you will have someone to care for. Diapers to change, bottles to make, teaching to do. But really, it is so much more.

Monday, January 23, 2012

Mom Snydrome: Example 1


This is an example of what I like to call 'Mom Syndrome'


You are probably looking at these photos thinking 'why did she post the same pictures over and over again?'


When, in fact, each picture is different. 


When the pictures are of your kid, they all look cute. How could you choose just one?
The side stare?


Or the dead on stare?
And this, my friends, is how those professional picture palaces get you. You spend a months worth of paychecks on 900 hundred poses because, how could you choose just one?


By the way, someone tell him (and his milk belly) to PLEASE.STOP.GROWING so fast on me!