I have been blessed since childhood with amazing friends. Each of my closest friends have taught me so much about life and the importance of friendship. I couldn’t get by without their support, laughter, and unconditional acceptance of my impatience, bossiness, and lack of returning phone calls. (I am much better with texts!)
This past weekend when we were out, my son was being crazy and I was being frazzled, as per usual. Another parent near me said something to the effect of how lucky she was that her daughter was so well behaved and I immediately felt embarrassed. First, because my child was clearly so ill-behaved that a stranger needed to passive-aggressively say something to me about it. And second, for letting her make me feel like my son was anything but great. She doesn’t know my kid. I should have had his back instead of politely laughing and agreeing my kid was crazy. (I’ll take mom guilt for $100.)
Every time someone asks me if we’re planning on having another baby and I tell them “no,” I feel a slight tinge of sadness come over me. The newborn stage, after all, is one of my most favorite things in the world. The sleepy mornings, the snuggly afternoons, even the sleepless nights spent rocking your sweet little bundle who fits so perfectly against your chest. The newborn noises and smells are like a drug for moms everywhere. You crave it long after it’s gone.