Monday, September 10, 2012

I'm a different mom this time around...

Everyone is different… and all of our kids are different.  In fact, now that I have two boys, I can tell you that they are polar opposites.  In some ways, this is nice.  It means that while Nicholas never (and I mean never) slept… Ryan sleeps like a dream.  He’s never kept us up all night (literally never, not a single night) and has always slept for 3-4 hour stretches minimum at night. Nicholas was a total daddy’s boy… Ryan freaks out of he cries and I’m not there.   It also means that when Nicholas did wonderfully on his first day of kinder, I sighed because I’m sure that means that Ryan will have a hard time adjusting.  It just seems like they’re complete opposites. 

I’m also a different mom this time around.  I wouldn’t say an opposite, but raising Nicholas has taught me a LOT.  So much so, in fact, that I feel exponentially guilty because Nicholas had it so much worse than Ryan has or will.  Nicholas taught me patience… the hard way… Ryan will benefit from me having already had that lesson.  There are a lot of things I do differently now that I wish I had done with Nick…

1.        Babies grow up.  It’s a fact of life.  No matter how much we may want them to stay teeny-tiny, they don’t.  They get longer, they gain weight… if they’re like my babies, they turn into little mini-me versions of the Michellin Man.  The point?  We don’t need to push it along.  With Nicholas I was involved in some message boards that I thought were helping me.  It was a good support system for a military spouse who had little friends around me, right?  It was great to bounce ideas off other moms and get an idea of where my child was or should be, right?  For ME, that was wrong.  The message boards were a constant reminder of what other babies were doing… how other babies were developing or how other babies were growing.  The problem was that I was a mom to Nicholas, not to other babies.  I pushed Nicholas to do things early or “on time” according to experts that I now ignore.  I can honestly say he was sitting unassisted before 5 months.  I can also honestly say that it made absolutely no difference.  With Ryan not only do I not push him to do things, I enjoy and relish the fact that he’s still so little (figuratively, of course, if you’ve seen my child you know he’s huge).  They won’t go to kindergarten not sitting up or saying “mama.”  They all get there eventually… enjoy it if yours takes longer J

2.       There is no “right” way to parent.  That’s another reason I stay away from message boards (aside from BOS which is completely different :P).  I don’t care what the experts say… whether you steam mass quantities of veggies and make your own puree, or you pick up Gerber 2-packs at Wal-Mart, your child will be fine.  Whether you breastfeed for 3 years or formula feed from day 1… your child will be fine.  Whether you CIO at 6 months or co-sleep… your child will be fine.  And most importantly, none of these things make you a superior mother compared to the woman next door.  I don’t say this like the things we do don’t impact our kids… of course they do.  But in the overall scheme of life… there are much more important things to be worrying about.  Are we teaching our children to have compassion for others?  Are we teaching our children to consider the needs of those around them?  Are we teaching our children to forgive and show mercy?  For me, am I teaching my son to obey God and not give in to the temptations of the world?  Because when it comes down to it, no productive member of society ever looked back and said “I want to give thanks to my mom, because if she hadn’t pureed my first foods herself, I’d never be where I am today.”  Now, I have a LOT of friends who do make their own baby food, breastfeed children for 2 years or more, and co-sleep… please know that I’m in NO way saying these are bad things.  Heck, I breastfeed and co-sleep AND CIO.  I’m saying that we need to consider our options, do our research if we feel necessary, make our choices, and then move on without judging those who come to different conclusions.  I stressed over every.single.decision I made for Nicholas and, looking back, I feel like I didn’t get to enjoy his infancy & toddlerhood as much because of it. 

3.       Ignore the experts.  Or at least, remember that the experts never studied your kids.  I’ve been trying to remember all the things “they” say will forever harm your kids.  I remember that one thing was juice.  Never, and I mean never, give your child juice.  Then they will never drink water and will only drink sugary things that are horrible for their bodies and will make them fat.  Yeah.  They forgot to toss in that word, moderation.  I remember having someone look at me in complete shock when I gave my 1-year old a sippy cup of diluted juice.  I remember another mom proudly telling me that her kids had never drank anything in their lives except water and milk.  Congrats.  My kid had juice.  And today?  He’s a healthy child (of healthy weight) who drinks water about 75% of the time.

I’m learning daily and we still have bad days.  I’ve learned that I babied Nicholas too much and now I’m paying for it… so is he as we have to teach him to be a little less sensitive so he isn’t eaten alive by the world.  There are days when, at bedtime, I have to apologize for being cranky and impatient with Nick.  But you know what?  He knows that his mom is real… she’s human… she works hard every day to take care of him, love him, and teach him.  She tries to be an example of living for God each day… but she fails… and when she does, she apologizes and tries harder.  I hope and pray that as he gets older, he learns that life isn’t about being perfect… it’s about trying your best every single day… being humble enough to admit when you’re wrong and courageous enough to never, ever give up.