I have so enjoyed sharing my early experiences of pregnancy and childbirth with all of you, but not unlike my son who came shooting out of my vagina many weeks early, so will this blog end, much earlier than I anticipated.
Sure, days are busy and it’s hard to find the time to do a post almost everyday but what’s more is that I find myself absolutely entrenched in the topic of parenthood, whether I’m living it, loving it, writing about it or researching it.
In short, I am going mad. Like a fruity scrap-booking fanatic with 80 cats.
Very ironic that a blog about motherhood has been canceled by my need to be a mother – a more relaxed mom. Blogging made me glad to document my experience, but it also made me, well…feel a little more neurotic. And for those of you who know me intimately, extra neurosis on the menu is, frankly, not a good idea.
I learned so much from the past few years and after nearly 5 months of blogging I learned even more. I kind of think it comes down to this:
For all the science and opinion on parenting (thanks to our fascination/unhealthy relationship with the Internet, our constant comparisons to other parents and their children, and our obsessions with wanting to be the best caregivers that ever were) nothing is more important than filtering out the unnecessary drivel, raising your child with love and compassion, being in the now, encouraging him or her, without resorting to shame or humiliation, to be fearless. Through it all, somehow we parents have to be fearless ourselves, and find a way to take in a deep breath and relax about the gravity and insanity of bringing another human into this world. On one level, it’s like – what are we thinking? And on another, it’s blissfully – what were we thinking to wait so long?
Thank you for reading.
