One of my friends was raving to me recently about the meal subscription service she was using. She sent me a free trial through her subscription of choice, Blue Apron. There’s a bunch of other services out there including Hello Fresh and Plated. The concept is that you are mailed all of the ingredients in the proper proportions you need to make one or more meals for the week.
I was recently at the grocery store to pick up a few things for dinner. I was turning into the baking aisle when I was approached by a woman with two young children—a boy and a girl. "Your baby is so cute!" she exclaimed, as she fawned over Maya as she sat in the shopping cart.
When I was a child, I wasn’t very fond of pink. I was a tomboy through and through. Though my mom bought me Barbies, I preferred playing video games or pretending I had just won WrestleMania with my brother’s action figures. There was nothing pink about me.
My daughter had her 12-month pediatrician visit yesterday and like all of the appointments before it, I was a little nervous. Check-up visits as a mom feel a lot like getting a report card of progress report. Maybe I’m overthinking this, but it feels a lot like being graded.
As the old saying goes, “It takes a village to raise a child." I can think of no truer words since I’ve become a mom. It also takes a village to throw a 1-year-old’s birthday party (in my case).
We made it! My precious little Maya is tuning one today. This introduction to motherhood has been the most challenging, yet rewarding year of my life (so far). Here's a sampling of what I learned.
I’ve been buying a lot of fruit and vegetables to maintain my smoothie habit. I’ve never been one to pay attention to what fruit and vegetables are in season, I’m more of a buy what’s on sale at the grocery store person.
I was hanging out with a friend recently, and we were catching up on what was going on in each other’s lives. I talked about what was going well, but I soon began to discuss what wasn’t. I whined about how hard being a mom is and how I have too much to do and not enough time. I went on and on about it, and she stopped me and said, “I need you to show more gratitude."
The first day of summer isn't until June 21st, but as most parents know the key to a successful summer is planning ahead!
The isolation of being a new mom was something I was ill prepared for. My fiancé travels often for work and only had about 5 days of paternity leave. My mom was only able to take a week of vacation time to help me out. A steady stream of visitors soon turned into a trickle. I was sleep deprived, frustrated and lonely. I needed to make some friends, but it wasn’t going to be easy.