I'm a mother of three, five and under. I'm a wife to a perpetual student. (Seriously, just graduate already - I mean, "I support you, honey.") I'm a child to the only Father who can claim to be Perfect, and I study under Him daily in hopes of learning from the Best.
I believe in breastfeeding, natural childbirthing, cloth-diapering, co-sleeping, baby-wearing, and attachment parenting.
Compared to the bottle-feeding, Pampers-wearing, crib-sleeping, day-caring world around me, I thought maybe that qualified me as a Natural Mommy.
It’s coming dangerously close to that time of year when I have to spew out maternal-hormone-soaked drivel about my babies getting older.
I don’t want to do it.
Because I don’t want to believe it.
Filed under: Motherhood, The Benjamin on March 20th, 2008
If you want, I’ll cry with you at the thought that your baby is almost one. Because, well, I’m hormonal and pregnant, and I haven’t met him yet. (Yes I know my daughter is almost 2 and you haven’t met her yet either…)
So sad.
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