Being Momma Bear has changed me. I’ve changed drastically and dramatically and for the better. We grow up, drag ourselves in to the world of adulthood and expect nothing. For some people things don’t change. They blend from one decade to the next with the same ideals and shoes. Others change quickly, become bigger, better versions of their younger selves. And then there are new parents. The change is sudden and immense. The growing up and learning is vast. Parenthood is like an affliction that changes the internal mechanisms of your body and brain – in a positive yet frightfully severe way. Has parenthood changed you?
I’ve heard them say that going from zero babies to one baby is harder than going from one to two. I can understand why. Having at least one child has given you a massive amount of experience into this world of parenting. Whether you think you’re a good parent or not, whether you struggle every day with the long and arduous routine or have everything neatly organised and arranged for the week ahead, parenting is all still a mystery with learning curves every day. But adding a second child to the mix, apparently isn’t as hard as learning everything from scratch first time round. So why do I feel so damn nervous about becoming a Mum of two?
Often there is an unrealistic expectation of pregnancy. An attitude that we should be grateful and happy and enjoy the wonderous miracle of life. Well, I am grateful, beyond happy but unbelievably miserable. I was first pregnant with A in 2013 and hated near enough every minute of it. Now, pregnant again, the experience is once again less enjoyable than having a tooth pulled. I don’t suffer too badly in comparison to others but the limitations pregnancy puts on you drives me round the bend. I do get pretty rotten morning sickness and the usual aches and pains. The fact that my consultant said to me last month, and I quote, “My dear, you are not suited to pregnancy,” pretty much says it all. I hate being pregnant and find very little in the nine months, bar the joy of a new impending arrival, to make me excited about it. I know for a fact that this will be my last pregnancy and I’m so thankful. I would find it very difficult to go through this again. Pregnancy is not easy. There are women who take to it like ducks to the inevitable water. The mother earths of our world. I am, by no means, a mother earth. My body does not take happily to the state of pregnancy. It bites down on the hardest part of this natural state of motherhood and makes for a miserable nine months.
2016 was an emotionally mixed year for me and for my family. I’ll be honest, I’ll be glad to see the back of it. I’m looking forward to 2017, hoping it brings us a year of good fortune without the unhelpful worries and stress this year has brought us. At a time when we should have been excited and happy to start our first year in our forever home, we struggled with daily life and issues beyond our control. But lessons were learned, important lessons, which will see us through next year and beyond in a more positive light.
And here we are, at the very last In Conversation With Series for 2016 on Over Heaven’s Hill. I have absolutely loved doing this series, meeting and chatting to so many other Mum’s and Dad’s who are finding that evocative balance on life between work and family life. So many, I have chatted to, have used their creative talents, whether that is making crafts or using their skills as a writer to keep an aspect of their own personality in their parenting lives. In Conversation With will be back in 2017 but under a new format which I’m currently working on. You never know what the future may bring! In the final installement of this series I am speaking to Helena, who writes her blog at Queen of Collage. An accomplished artist, crafter and writer, her blog is one to follow. I especially love her word of the week series which is poignant and thought provoking. Read on to see how Helena managed family life.
Oh me, oh my how life changes when babies appear and how life changes as they grow up and morph from babies to toddlers to children. I listed five ways our relationship changed when the toddler took over. Five changes among a list of a million and I wouldn’t change any of it for the world.
This post was originally posted on Talya’s blog Motherhood the Real Deal
We are nearing the end of the In Conversation With series, for 2016, on Over Heaven’s Hill. This weeks chat, is the penultimate in the 2016 series, with the beautiful Jaki sharing her insight into parenting. Jaki is one of those bloggers who makes you think long and hard about the topics she writes. Often her blog posts sit with me for a few days after I’ve soaked them up. Posts like Why We Shouldn’t Feel the Baby Pressure and Who Should Discipline our Children? Read on to see how Jaki finds parenting her three year old son.
Three years ago at 3:03pm our daughter was born. She changed our world and made us into stronger and better people. She made us more emotional than we ever thought possible and we have been explicitly exhausted since the moment she was put in our arms and we smelt her sweet baby skin. From that second, as the clock ticked our way into parenthood for the first time, everything we did, everything we planned was for her. For her happiness, for her future. We strengthened our marriage, we grew roots in our new home and planned for the future. She is the centre of our universe. Like the Sun and Moon we revolve and live purely for her. Today, there is no Sunday Sit Down, todays post is a dedication to my baby girl who is no longer a baby, no longer a toddler, she has graduated to child. Happy Birthday Goose.
No, I have not been handed another award for my writing or for the branding of my website. This is not a post about being the brightest and shiniest blogger around. Here is another Blogger Tag and I’ve been happily nominated by the amazing Sinead from Shinners and the Brood to open up, delve deep and share an insight into my life, my personality and my family for you, my lovely readers. I quite like taking part in Blogger Tags because it gives me an opportunity to tell you things about myself that may not ordinarily come out in my regular blog posts. Read more to see if I air any dirty laundry but first let me tell you about our crappy weekend with the most patient almost three year old ever!
What a difference a year makes. It’s hard to believe that we’re living in our country bungalow for almost a year now. This time last year we picked up the keys and spent two solid weeks gutting the house, decorating and making it ours. We worked ourselves to the bone to make the house feel like home before we moved in with A, who was almost 2 at the time. It has been an interesting year for us. For the first time in quite a while, we have started to plan our future. In our old house, we felt trapped and exhausted. Out in the countryside we have a new sense of life. We’re actually living.