To the Parents I Judged before I was a Parent:

Before I was a parent, I, as many do, knew exactly what I would and would not do as a parent.  It was so easy then, wasn’t it?  You could imagine your little off spring running around, listening to everything you told them to do, eating all of their vegetables, always saying please and thank you, sleeping all night in their own bed after willingly using the potty and brushing their teeth.  Oh, how peaceful and fun parenting would be!  I knew so much back then.  I was so sure of all of my parenting skills.  Oh, how silly I was.

The reality of the matter is, we all do what we have to in order to survive parenting.

Sometimes that means that babies sleep in our beds (until they are three), or that they drink bottles or nurse to sleep (until they are over 2), or that they have ice cream with whipped cream for breakfast while watching Daniel Tiger because that is the only thing they want and you cannot deal with a meltdown over something so miniscule because you know that you have to pick your battles with toddlers.

Basically, what I am trying to say is, I’m sorry, to every single parent I ever judged before I was a parent myself.  I am sorry for being so very sure that my children would always be so well behaved.  I am sorry for thinking that my children would never, ever throw tantrums in the middle of the store, and for thinking that I would never, ever let them eat straight out of the butter packet if it meant they would let us finish our meal at a restaurant.

I apologize for thinking that it was your parenting, and not at all the fact that your toddler was just being a toddler, that was the reason your child was screaming through the mall.  I apologize for thinking that you were a bad parent if you let your child use a handheld device at a restaurant or on a plane to keep them occupied.  (because let’s face it – they are heaven sent for us parents!).

My children would surely never watch t.v. so I could get things done around the house.  I would definitely never give them dessert if they didn’t finish their dinner.  They would never get a toy every time we went into a store.  It was so easy to judge all of you.  It was so easy to say I would do things differently.  It was so easy to think that it would be so easy.

The joke was on me, huh?  I get it now.  And I’m sorry.


The person that had no idea what she was thinking, because there is no way to possibly get it if you are not a parent yourself.


Well, here goes nothing…

I have been thinking about starting a blog for a while now.  I actually had a blog on xanga for a couple years in highschool/college, until I stopped posting, and forgot my username and password.  Obviously I was extremely serious about it.

Now, I know what you are thinking, the last thing in the world anybody needs is yet another mommy blog, but what you don’t know, is that there can actually never be enough.  Every mom is different.  Every mom has different experiences, interests, hobbies, children, thoughts, ideas, etc.  So, for people who don’t relate with any of the blogs out there already, maybe this is the one for you.

My goal with this blog is to be open.  Share my experiences in all things.  Share my journey in finding a balance between being a stay at home mom, wife, and my own person.  Getting back to my roots, if you will.

I will share stories about my children, because frankly, if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have a whole lot to talk about.  I will share my thoughts on getting through these long days of parenting.  I will share the things I am doing to make sure I stay connected with myself.  I will be opening a window into my life, the good, the bad, and the ugly.

My hope is to make people laugh.  Make people nod and think, ‘okay, I’m not alone.’.  Make people think.  And frankly, since I am not delirious, I realize that there is a good chance not one person will ever read this, so I am also doing this for me.  As a way to document the things that we do, the things that I care about, the things that I may otherwise one day forget.

So now you may ask, why not just use a journal, or make a scrapbook?  Why put it all on the internet for everyone to potentially read?  My answer, I do have a journal.  But, my journal isn’t going to help anyone that may be going through the same thing as me.  It isn’t going to connect me with people.

So here I am.  I hope you enjoy my story.