I started this blog when my girls were a year old.
The girls’ first year was a hard one in a lot of ways…the
uncertainty of new motherhood, the exhaustion, the rollercoaster emotions…the
seemingly endless cycle of feeding babies, orchestrating wake-time activities,
and adhering to the rigorous nap schedule I’d set…then rinse and repeat.
Still, even at that time [save for the first couple of
months, anyway], I felt a sense of balance, at least in the longer term, bigger
picture…hence the name of my blog and tagline, “Thank Goodness the Triumphs
Outweigh the Trials”.
While I think of myself as relatively glass-half-full, I
don’t necessarily feel like a happy-go-lucky person. I don’t speak in a perpetual singsong
voice. I don’t walk around with my head
in the clouds, and I know that life is not all rainbows and butterflies. I think my approach is one of assessment of
the current situation, followed by the development of a plan of action. (This approach was born out of my time in the
business world.)
So how does this relate to my blog?
I know I tend to focus on the rosy parts of life with my
baby girls. It's just so natural, so easy to do! They’re smart, they’re fun, they’re
energetic, and I feel so incredibly blessed to be their mommy.
Still, that doesn’t mean we don’t have our “challenges”.
I know I’ve written about the poop-smeared crib I found once
upon a time…about The Most Draining Week of My Life when Baby A started potty
training…about avoiding phone calls because the girls decide that’s the moment
to attempt to swing from the chandelier…
…and on a Mommy note, I’ve written about not bonding with
the girls immediately…about Mother’s Day being bittersweet…about putting the
girls in the car to go through the Starbucks drive-through, just to have them
stationary in their car seats for a few minutes and give myself a little break.
Those are more memorable challenges, but I can assure you
that we have challenges in some form or fashion every day. Trust me.
I think our girls are pretty well-behaved, but they still
push their boundaries. They make
messes. They often look with their hands more
than with their eyes at the grocery store.
They sometimes cry when they don’t get their way.
And I certainly have my moments, too. I have raised my voice more times that I
want to count, I once spanked out of frustration (spanking not being part of my
discipline tool box), and on several occasions I have broken down in tears, thinking, “I just need a
break.”
But I rarely write about those daily challenges.
It’s not that I’m trying to paint a picture of our life that
is sweeter than what it really is. I’m
not trying to suggest that our life is completely blissful. And I certainly don’t mean to attest that I
know more than any other mama about navigating parenthood, or that my girls are
any sweeter / smarter / more mannerly than average.
I guess I think about the daily challenges as being just what
comes with the parenting territory. At
least for me, I think I can still “keep it real” and choose to focus on the
many little things that amaze me every day.
While I'm not always presenting the entire [raw, in-the-trenches] story, that's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
