I have no idea where the last 8 months went, but this past Monday was my grand return to the working world. While I know my husband is going to love his time off with Cole, it didn’t stop me from being a blubbering mess for most of my 45 minute commute.
When I was a little girl, like many little girls, I dreamed of what it would be like to grow up and have a family of my own. I thought about the type of mother I would be. Patient and kind. Loving and playful. I would always try to use a calm voice and my children and I would have the most wonderful relationship all of the time.
And then reality hit.
Parenting is hard work. It’s exhausting and trying. And while it is incredibly rewarding with beautiful moments, I also make a ton of mistakes. So I’m sorry kids. It turns out you don’t have a perfect mother. Every good and honest parenting blogger has shared their shortfalls in an effort to highlight the truth and humour in raising kids. This is simply mine.
Oh how I have screwed up thee. Let me count the ways…
One – The yelling.
I’m sorry that I yell so much more than I ever thought I would as a parent. I always try to keep my cool, but everyone has a breaking point. Lilly, you and I can have doozies of battles. When the dust settles, you promise to listen better and I promise to yell less. Some days we keep our promises. Other days we don’t. But I know we’ll always keep trying. Cole, I don’t yell at you because, you know, you’re a baby. But don’t worry son, your time will come.
Two – Working mom heartbreak.
I’m sorry that I choose to be a working mother. I have 20 grand, and growing, of school costs and a point to prove. Even if just to myself. One day, when you’re old enough to know me as a person and not just your mother, you will understand where my determination comes from and why I have a stronger need to succeed in life. Success comes in many forms and at many levels. For me, part of it is being a mother, but part of it is also having a career. The truth is I really love what I do. I hope one day you were both lucky enough to find something you’re passionate about it and use it for your livelihood.
Three – Bedtime. Or lack thereof.
Lilly, I’m sorry that sometimes I let you stay up way later than you should. And then you’re super tired in the morning. All because I really secretly want to watch one more My Little Pony episode. On the flip side, I am also sorry that some nights I just can’t help but count down the minutes until you guys go to bed. It is not for one moment that I don’t want to spend time with you. It’s just that sometimes I want to spend time with myself more.
Four – The horrible, terrible balloon incident.
Lilly, one time when you were making me so angry, I stepped on a balloon and popped it in front of you. And you cried. And I felt like a monster for it. I told you it was an accident and you bought that. It wasn’t. I’m sorry for that. Probably my lowest parenting moment yet. (In my defense, it was a cheap dollar store balloon, that I nearly tripped on, that was dying slow and painful death. It’s not like it was her giant foil Rainbow Dash balloon. That sucker’s still taped to her bedroom wall.)
Five – All the candy lies.
Lilly, I’m sorry for all the things that I’ve claimed were medicine. Probably 95% of them were actually candy. I just didn’t want you to have them. I promise that one day, when you’re older, we will have a girls night where we watch movies and pig out on candy till we puke. But not yet. Because your four. And that would be irresponsible.
Six – Classic rock lullabys.
Cole, I’m sorry that sometimes I sing songs that are inappropriate for a baby when I’m putting you to bed. Because you’re still young enough that I can get away with it. And after 10 rounds of Baby Mine I’m bored out of my mind. A little Pat Benatar isn’t going to corrupt you too much. *fingers crossed*
Seven – It’s my colicky baby & I’ll whine if I want to.
I’m sorry Cole, that I whined, to anyone that would listen, about how you were a colicky baby and took up all my free time while on maternity leave. You were and you did. But as a result you spend more time in my arms than I could’ve imagined. And I wouldn’t of changed a second of that. But I did whine a lot. Like I even wrote a whole blog post about it.
Eight – Passing the
buck poop diaper.
Cole, I’m sorry that I slough off most of your poop diapers to your father. I know mothers are supposed to love every inch of their baby and everything to do with their baby. But since we’re being honest here, I don’t love your poop diapers. Your father grew up on a farm and has a much stronger stomach than me. Especially when it’s a cloth diaper. Gross.
Nine – Parenting by Netflix.
Kids, some days I use TV to parent you much more than I would like. There is only so much pretending to be Anna to your Elsa I can take before it becomes easier to just put on the damn movie and get some laundry done. Or sit and drink a coffee. In another room. Quite and alone. Lilly, it’s kind of
alarming awesome that you know how to navigate Netflix on 3 different devices by yourself.
Ten – Bribery of all the things.
I am so sorry for the bribery. I always said it was something I wouldn’t do as a parent. But truthfully, it is the main weapon in my arsenal. Lilly, I have used bribery to get you to do just about everything from putting on your boots to finishing a meal to leaving me alone while I write/craft/clean. I’m not proud of the low levels I have gone to in order to get you to cooperate in a way that you think benefits you. Like using the disgusting yellow Starbusts that I don’t want. Or convincing you that vitamins are a treat that you should earn…when really we would give them to you anyways if you ever called our bluff.
Dear kids, I’m sorry you don’t have a perfect mother.
But I am not sorry that I love the hell out of you.
I’m not sorry, for even one second, that I decided to become a mother in the first place. At the risk of sounding cheesy, it’s the most rewarding part of my life. Hands-down.
There is nothing better than the smiles on each of your faces when you first see me in the morning.
Or the way that you each fit perfectly in the space between my head and my shoulder when we snuggle.
I secretly love that although you each adore your Daddy, you both prefer me to do your bedtime routine and I am the one you want when there are tears flowing.
I will never be the perfect mother. And lord knows I will make more mistakes in the years to come. A lot of them. But I also know that I will do a lot right. Because I am a great mother. I trust my instincts, love with all my heart and I’m not afraid to be silly and play. You are both the biggest parts of my world and always will be.
Ideally speaking, you will survive my parenting mishaps and grow up to be perfectly imperfect parents yourselves.
Like most parents, I love to chronicle all of the little milestones and achievements of my kids lives. I have no problem admitting that I’m a bit of an over sharing mom. If you don’t believe me you can check out my Instagram for proof. It’s not my fault, just like how darn cute they are.
When I was pregnant with Lilly I started a wonderful baby book. I included photos of my ultrasounds, updates on my pregnancy, and tons of pictures after she was born. sadly, I haven’t kept it up the way I’d hoped. And while I have purchased a scrapbook and some supplies for Colton, I have yet to start anything… And he’s eight months old.
I started this blog because I love the idea of having a digital space to put everything about Lillys life. When I got pregnant with Cole, this site became a space for both of their lives. And while I love sharing the beauty of parenthood with my audience, sometimes I wish there was a way to share more detail with just our close family and friends.
When I heard about the Timewyse Locket app, it sounded right up my alley. This beautifully designed mobile app uses photos, videos, text and voice memos to build the perfect digital baby book. The memories can then be viewed in the app, on a e-timeline through a web browser or you can even have a photo book printed.
If I can’t think of something to share at the time, the app even prompts me with ideas of moments and facts to share with questions such as these:
- “Take a photo of Cole with his favourite toy.”
- “Take a photo of Cole’s hands and parent(s) hands together.”
- “Record Lilly saying the alphabet.”
- “Take a picture of Lilly with the family pet(s).”
I’ve set up accounts for both Lilly and Colton and have gone back a few months to really get a great feel for the ability of the app to give a full timeline. What I love about this app is that is combines all of my favourite media types into one place. I can write little updates like I do here on the blog. I can share photos and videos like I do on Instagram and Facebook. Plus I can share short voice memos, which are a nice change since they allow me to really convey excitement, love and other emotions in my voice.
I’ve started to share the links to Lilly and Cole’s e-timeline with close family and friends, but I also can’t wait to share it with them when they are older. Lilly already gets so pumped to listen to the voice notes or watch videos of her and her brother…I may be growing a mini blogger here…
Locket lets you:
- Add, delete, edit and reshoot audio, video and photo with simple
- Be prompted to capture different moments with our Quse Technology
- Keep loved ones in the loop with a personalized and secure e-timelines
- and digital photo frames that are updated in real time
- Purchase an auto-curated photo album with a single click
- Capture both the big and small details in your child’s life
- Feel reassured that the best of the best will not be forgotten
I had a chance to meet some of the Locket team at the BabyTime Show in Toronto where they had a few of the books on display. They are incredible quality…and kind of put my messy scrapbook to shame. While I know I will eventually get to a bit of scrapbooking too, I do love that this app gives me the ability to create memory books for my children that I can add to at any time, from anywhere. Using my smartphone to add moments to share and build their timeline from the palm of my hand is extremely convenient. I know that this is something I can upkeep much easier and can’t wait to see how their first round of printed books turn out!
I’m thinking these beautiful Timewyse Locket books will also make ideal gifts for grandparents…
Disclosure: I am part of the Timewyse Locket blogger program with Mom Central and I receive special perks as part of my affiliation with this group. The opinions on this blog are my own.