This post is a blatant plug for my new parenting blog and contains more links to it than is really necessary…
You may remember I had a baby last spring… I talked about him a few times but not too much, as I didn’t want this to become a ‘mummy’ blog. Well, now that he’s older I have decided that I do want to write more about him and about the experience of being a parent, so I have started a new blog, Mothering Mushroom for this purpose.
So, if you’re interested in the baby/toddler/parenting stuff, you might want to check it out. If not, thats ok. I will still post here regularly. Either way, see you back here soon!
Ok so I’ve decided to get (a bit) personal for this post…
You may have noticed I’ve been missing for a month and rather absent even before that – well the Mummy stuff caught up with me again and I realised I’ve been trying to too do much. This is something I’ve always been guilty of, back BB (before baby), Mr B was forever on at me to ‘just sit down and rest for heaven’s (I am paraphrasing here) sake!’ as I ran around trying to fit a million and one things into each evening/every weekend, until it would invariably catch up with me and I’d get sick – my body’s way of making me take a break I guess.
Well, a couple of weeks ago baby got sick. Then so did I. I used to complain I didn’t have time to get sick. Ha. Now I really don’t! Baby doesn’t understand why Mummy wants to play on the bed all day – after all, the little angel is better and wants to play play play in a variety of locations. I just about coped and I was only sick for a week.
It made me reassess my priorities again. I realise I had got sucked back into trying to get everything done. Despite not being back at work yet, I was still filling my day – trying to keep baby stimulated by going to every baby group going, trying to keep on top of housework/laundry etc; trying to write something every day, keeping up with friends, etc, etc… It’s only when I got sick that I realised I’ve been here before. And it’s not healthy.
So, hats off to all those Mummy bloggers out there, especially those holding down full time jobs as well, I just don’t know how you do it (actually, how do you do it? I’d be interested to know and might learn something)… I am going to keep blogging but I guess from now on, at least for the time being, I’m going to be rather deliciously (I hope) inconsistent. Do come back again to read my offerings, I’ll try to make it worth your while!
Hello again. Been a while…
So, inevitably, this is a bit of a ‘Mummy’ post, seeing as that’s pretty much been my sole identity for the past three months. Now that baby is starting to settle into a routine (it’s a baby led routine, tweaked a little to suit my purposes, if you’re interested) and sleeps longer at night, I no longer need to nap every time baby does and am starting to get my life back a bit. Of course it will never be the same again (and I wouldn’t want it to be) but I am starting to remember what its like to be Rachael, as well as Mummy.
Whether you are a regular reader or are new to this blog, you will probably have gathered that being a writer is a big part of my identity. So a few days ago, while baby napped, I decided to pick up my journal and start writing again. Before I did so, I read my last few entries. I was surprised to see just how much I’ve changed. My last few entries were full of petty complaints and selfish concerns. I could blame pregnancy hormones for this, but, looking back, many earlier entries were also rants about things or people that had upset me. Don’t get me wrong, I also wrote about real issues that I had needed to get out of my head clear my mind, about my concerns for others, or simply thankful thoughts for a particularly good day. However, the childish rants really bothered me. That’s not who I am any more and I wouldn’t want anyone to look back and remember me that way. Baby has taught me more patience and understanding, making me a happier and more at peace on a personal level, and an even more intuitive coach on a professional one.
So, dear readers, I have a question for you… Do I keep my old journal as a reminder of how far I have come, or do I destroy it, as a symbolic way of truly letting go of the past and starting over? Have any of you had the same dilemma? If so, what did you do? Please add your comments in the box below.
Thanks for reading – its good to be back!