I am proving to be very horrible at keeping up with this blog...*tsk. tsk.*
So
why does the title of my blog describe as an "Unnatural" mom? Well,
first of all, I never actually picture myself ever having kids. I
wondered what it would be like, but I think most people do. I just
always pictured myself always being more of the traveling journalist I
planned to be. Nathan was in the Air Force and the plan was to study
journalism in Arizona and then follow him where ever the government
decided he would be best fit, all along the way recorded my
observations...maybe touching on food, hotel, music and night life
criticisms.
Things changed, as they usually do, which
is one of the main reasons I'm not much of a "planner", and voila! I'm a
happy mother of three BEAUTIFUL, albeit crazy, kids! I love them very
much, even when they are driving me to the point of wanting to commit
myself to an insane asylum, and I'm sure many other moms and even dads
out there know exactly what I mean. However, my oldest is five years old
and I believe that I am JUST NOW starting to get the hang of this
thing...well, maybe I'm moving into like the base level of intermediate
as opposed to completely clueless novice.
I am still
learning as I go, but I'm sure many parents do. Sure, I know plenty that
have been planning out their parenthood for years and then have a kid
with a personality completely opposite what they imagined. You adapt and
that's really what this life is all about. Each of my three kids are
completely different, so as they are learning, we too must learn. It's
difficult, sure, but entertaining whether in the moment or after much
thought. It can be extremely stressful when they reach that point during
the day when they no longer want to obey and all they want to do is
destroy, but being as controlling as I can be, I have learned that
yelling at them makes it worse. So, I immediately realize they need
their nap/quiet time, and if it is too late, they need separated quiet
time.
Like I've said, it has taken me years to adjust to
this and I'm still not 100% there. I don't even know if I will ever be,
but I'm making progress. I still have my problems I'm working on like: I
get too frustrated too quickly, I yell when I should really just take a
deep breath, I can't seem to manage my time and my life just always
seems on the fly, I can't wake up before 9am without falling asleep
again, and I still can't figure out the most effective way to discipline
my kids.
The most important thing is that I care and I'm working to be the
best I can. I may not can find the time to take a picture of each of my
three kids every single day or I may not can remember when they started
smiling, cutting teeth, the exact date they took their first steps, or even find the time to finish this one blog post!...but I do what I can <3
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Monday, July 16, 2012
Blogging: Something I remember having more faith in than any one religion when I was a teenager.
This is more of an experiment for me at this point, just to see if keeping a blog journal will help therapeutically and aid in keeping me from jumping off the proverbial cliff into pure insanity.
At one point in my life, I could spell almost every word perfectly...or what's more important, I had a wide variety of vocabulary to choose from in any given situation. Now, I'm lucky to remember my name and how to spell it. I know I'm not alone in this and, to me, it seemed to have worsen with each child I was gifted with. With Atticus (or Atty, my oldest), I could slowly start to feel my brain power shift to retain information that was never really on my "top priority" previously. With Liam, I was starting to space out in the middle of conversations. Lastly, with Lyra, I feel like I can't hold a conversation with anyone other than my kids and my other half, Nathan, without boring anyone into their own version of insanity.
So, I have promised myself that I will do WHATEVER I need to do, to get my brain power back AND still be able to care for my children the way only a mother can. This blog is to be my therapy...and you can let me know if it's working or if I should see an actual therapist. :)
This is more of an experiment for me at this point, just to see if keeping a blog journal will help therapeutically and aid in keeping me from jumping off the proverbial cliff into pure insanity.
At one point in my life, I could spell almost every word perfectly...or what's more important, I had a wide variety of vocabulary to choose from in any given situation. Now, I'm lucky to remember my name and how to spell it. I know I'm not alone in this and, to me, it seemed to have worsen with each child I was gifted with. With Atticus (or Atty, my oldest), I could slowly start to feel my brain power shift to retain information that was never really on my "top priority" previously. With Liam, I was starting to space out in the middle of conversations. Lastly, with Lyra, I feel like I can't hold a conversation with anyone other than my kids and my other half, Nathan, without boring anyone into their own version of insanity.
So, I have promised myself that I will do WHATEVER I need to do, to get my brain power back AND still be able to care for my children the way only a mother can. This blog is to be my therapy...and you can let me know if it's working or if I should see an actual therapist. :)
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