“Maker Moms” is a segment of the Buffalo Moms Blog where we highlight talented mommas and their handmade businesses. Today’s feature, Banky Girl Creations, is one of my favorite new shops. Her punny glassware hits home, and her heart for her business is even more endearing.
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.)
There are plenty of things no one tells you about having a baby. Some things moms and dads might assume you don’t want to know about (projectile poop) and some things maybe they don’t consider worth mentioning (baby acne). Then there are the big-ticket items that begin at birth and live on until your baby is 35 years old. I’m not sure why these are shrouded in secrecy because they certainly have the most impact on your daily life.
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.
Next month around this time, I will become a first-time mom to a baby girl. I am beyond excited to start this new chapter with my husband, and I’ve spent most days of the past almost nine months feeling immensely grateful. We’ve had a lot of fun brainstorming names, decorating the nursery, and imagining life with a tiny human who looks a little bit like both of us. All the good things about being pregnant, I’ve indulged in.