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that moment of panic

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August 18th, 2014 · Print Print

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It happened this week.

I was in our house one morning, feeding the dogs, when suddenly I realized that baby Bear had been quiet for about five minutes.  Not a peep.

What did I do?  Obviously, I panicked.  The kid was clearly dead, in some sort of SIDS/parental neglect catastrophe that had occurred the second I turned my back.  (Never mind that he was safely in the Pack-and-Play: in my mind, something terrible had happened.)

So I race over, and what do I find?

This happy baby.  Just sitting there, playing with his toys.  Not making a peep.

File this one under: Happy baby, Happy mama.

And, gosh, you guys.  Isn’t he so freaking cute?

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avocado and egg toasts

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August 15th, 2014 · Print Print

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So, this avocado-and-egg thing.  Is this a thing that people know about?

Because it is AWESOME.

And so incredibly easy.  I love breakfast foods probably about ten zillion times more than the average person, so I could happily eat this for lunch or dinner too. 

But adding avocado turns this simple little scrambled-eggs-on-toast dish into something even more delicious and special, and even better for you.  Basically, win-win.

So, brunch this weekend?  This is what you’re having.  You can thank me later.

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avocado and egg toasts

INGREDIENTS
1 teaspoon butter
1 egg, beaten
1/4 avocado
3-4 baguette slices, toasted
Chives
Salt
Pepper

DIRECTIONS

In small nonstick pan, melt butter over medium heat.  Add egg; season with salt and pepper and scramble.

In a separate bowl, mash the avocado and season it with additional salt and pepper.

Spread the avocado on toast, then top with the scrambled egg and sprinkle with pepper and chives.  Serve warm.

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the perfect parenting pipe dream

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August 13th, 2014 · Print Print

A few weeks ago, at my postpartum checkup, my doctor asked me what about being a new mom most surprised me.

I answered her completely honestly, and told her that I was surprised at how much I loved it, how wonderful it was. Even despite the 3 a.m. feedings and the grocery store meltdowns, all it takes is one lopsided little grin from our baby boy, and I just melt.

I love him so much more than I ever could have imagined; it brings me to my knees, every single day.

But there’s a second thing that surprises me, one that I didn’t mention… and it’s a lot less wonderful to talk about.

There is so. much. pressure.

Oh my gosh, you guys. The amount of pressure on moms to do their job completely perfectly is so prevalent and so pervasive that it’s completely overwhelming.

Baby doesn’t sleep? There are literally five thousand books you must read.

Want to change something about the baby’s schedule or diet? Search the internet for seven straight hours. Read every forum post on TheBump and BabyCenter. Don’t give up until you find the answer, even if the answer is comment #463.  You must read the first 462 to know for sure.

And you know what kind of a culture this creates?

In a world where you make a million different choices every single day, it gives you the information and opinions to second-guess every single one of them.

I’m a perfectionist.  I’ll admit it.  My whole life, I’ve shot for the A+.  In high school, after getting an SAT score that was thirty points shy of the perfect 1600, I told my parents I wanted to take the test again.  I wanted that perfect score, and I wanted more than anything. (Yes, I realize now how totally insane that was, and thankfully, my parents talked some sense into me.)  But that’s just my personality.

And here’s what’s scary: I want to make the right decisions for our baby boy a million times more than I wanted that perfect SAT score.

And so I have been making myself completely crazy for the last three months.

I have been trying so hard to make everything perfect. To give him the perfect schedule, the perfect food, the perfect set of developmental activities, the perfect amount of one-on-one time with mom, and everything else I can think of. If there is a perfect way to raise a child, I have been determined to raise our baby that way, exactly that way, with no compromises whatsoever.

I have been treating parenting the way that I treated high school, and college, and law school, and my legal career: with single-minded determination to be the best.

And do you know what is a quick and easy way to make yourself completely insane?

Doing exactly that.

But, you know what? I realized it. This week, I had a moment where suddenly I realized just how hard I was being on myself, trying to be the perfect, A+ mom.

Because the reality is this: I am doing my best, but I am probably making mistakes as I go. There are some things that I don’t do by the book, because they don’t work for our son. I am trying as hard as I possibly can, and I am putting a ton of pressure on myself to make all the right decisions, but sometimes life gets in the way.

Case in point: this past week, I kept Bear up past his bedtime for a totally selfish reason.  I was sitting at a cafe with a friend and we talked a little too long and by the time I get him home, it was half an hour past his usual bedtime and the kid was cranky.

Stinks, right? Sure. But then I got him to bed, and once he was peacefully sleeping, do you want to know what I did?

I beat myself up over it! I thought about how if I were a better mom, I’d have him in bed at 7:30 on the dot, every single night. I worried that skimping on a few minutes of sleep would cost him precious brain-development resources at this early age, and I made crazy resolutions like, “I will never meet a friend after 6pm ever again because it is not fair to our son to cost him half an hour of sleep.”

Yes, I do. Because he is my #1 priority, and when I do something, I do it perfectly.

Even when expecting perfection is making me completely miserable.

So here is my resolution, three months into our son’s life:

I will recognize my tendency toward alpha parenting.

And I will nip it in the bud.

I will spend time with our son engaged in activities he enjoys, and not just plow through a list of “recommended” and “right” things to be doing with him.

I will breastfeed him, which we both love, but I won’t make myself crazy if he has a few ounces of formula occasionally when I can’t be around.

I will not stress if his bedtime includes one or two “sleep cues” and not all the sleep cues that any baby book has recommended, in the world, ever.

I will make his life as conducive to sleep as I possibly can, but I will not burst into tears if the doorbell rings during his nap.

I will keep him away from germs, but my head won’t explode if Rambo licks his face.

I will do what works.

I will do my best.

And I will let perfection slide.

I think we’ll both be a lot happier this way.

Because motherhood isn’t something that’s graded. In a few years, when our son hits high school, he won’t score my performance. It’s not something that I can get an A+ in, and it shouldn’t be. 

There are a million different ways to do it right. And the way I choose, the best way that works for our family, is just fine.

So instead of worrying about whether I’m doing everything perfectly, do you know what I’m going to do?

I’m going to look into our baby’s eyes. And watch him smile. And sing him songs and read him books and sometimes keep him up a half hour past his bedtime.

I’m going to spend my time enjoying his company, not reading parenting books.

We are going to have adventures.

We’ll probably make some mistakes.

And, you know what?

That’s ok.

In fact, it’s better than ok. 

It’s perfect.

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