I haven’t been writing much lately, and it’s not for lack of inspiration, but more for lack of time, and in respect for my own privacy. I know, right? Me? Private? Yeah right.
Believe me, it’s only because I’m trying to keep The Nerd safe for a few more weeks. This blog is my space to talk about what’s going on in my life, and topics change based on what is going on in my life at any given time. I’ve been a Paleo blog, I’ve been a crafty blog, I’ve been a crunchy mom blog, I’ve been a breastfeeding advocacy blog. I’ve worn many hats here, and the hat that I’m wearing right now is one that I’m not ready to share with the world yet, so I’ve kept quiet.
But I realize that if I don’t write, you won’t come. And like always, I have stuff to say.
I have a daily calendar that gives me motivation, peace, and faith. It recently prompted me to take a photograph of something ordinary, then give thanks for living an ordinary life.
This is my ordinary life. On August 18, we celebrated The Nerd’s 12th birthday with a store bought cake from Target that was absolutely decadent. We saw “Planes” and ate dinner at Chipotle.
We. Ate. Popcorn.
August 18 is no ordinary day. 12 years ago on August 17, my due date, I went into labor with The Nerd at 9pm after losing my golf ball sized mucus plug at 7pm. How disgusting was that? Seriously, it was gross. I’ll talk about it, but not in this ordinary post.
I felt my first contraction around 9pm and climbed into the tub shortly after. It catapulted me into transition and I tossed my cookies before heaving myself, naked onto the bed, my entire body shaking like crazy. We made our way to the hospital after calling my OB, and I went from 3cm – 4cm in one contraction. The nurses started yelling like crazy, telling the staff to prep a delivery room for me STAT. My doula assured me that it would be another 6ish hours, because statistics say that an average labor lasts an hour per cm.
45 minutes later, in a room absolutely full of people, all 8lb 13 oz of The Nerd was delivered into this world in all his naked glory.
I had become a young mom; scared and effectively alone. Sure, I was married, but he was about as emotionally supportive as a used Kleenex, and more self absorbed than a sponge.
I spent September 11, 2001 holding my 3 week old baby in the company of my grandparents.
I sent The Nerd off to Kindergarten on my own, determined to be a stand-up PTA mom. That never happened, but I did make the very best snacks for his class each month.
I took him to his first concert at the age of 3, hello, Jason Mraz!
We went to a Dave Matthews Band concert when he was 5.
We spent Sundays at movies or the Science Center or Disney on our little “dates”.
We struggled. I struggled. We persevered.
The Nerd is a really special kid. I know people always think that their kids are remarkable, but there really is something special about this kid. He’s insanely intuitive, captivates the attention of adults everywhere we go with his maturity and conversational skills. He is like my little Phoenix who has risen from the dust and will some day be a spectacular creature destined for greatness.
I’ve done nothing extraordinary in parenting him. I’m not the most warm and fuzzy mommy to walk this earth.
Despite my shortcomings as a parent, I’ve got this fantastic little boy to prove that it doesn’t matter how hard you stumble, perseverance pays and can conquer all.