The number of families in America with only children is steadily growing. While you might have multiple children, you are sure to know some only children. Many people have strong opinions about only children and opinions about family size in general. One kid isn’t enough, four kids is too much! Ever wonder what it is like to be the mom of an only child? Here are some heartfelt thoughts and confessions from two of our Daily Moms with only children, Cindy and Kristen.
Relationships are complicated and change over time, especially our relationships with our mothers. Not everyone grew up with an involved mother in their life. Having a mom absent from your life can be very painful. However, some people were raised by loving and connected moms.
When you are young, it is easy to show your mom that you love her. You can tell her all the time. You make little gifts for her at school. Days begin and end with hugs and kisses. Later on, the sad truth is, many adults, particularly sons, don’t acknowledge their moms or express their love for their moms the way they should. If you are feeling disconnected from your mom, you can reconnect by remembering how amazing your mom is in the first place and by honoring her publicly.
I don’t know how it happened. It’s cliche but it’s true. It seems like yesterday the nurse placed her in my arms for the first time and boom – I was a mom. Now here we are, nearly five years later, and we are getting ready to send this bright eyed little girl who loves to change her clothes 18748324 times per day to a school, all day, with a uniform. We are taking this tiny being, who just yesterday it seems was a squishy newborn and pushing her out into the real world.
I have all sorts of doubts about this. I’m nervous. I’m excited. I’m worried. I’m scared. Is the world ready for this fierce little girl with a sassy attitude? Is she ready to stand up for herself when people tell her she can’t? Am I ready to take a step back – to let her follow her own path, be her own person, and let her out of this bubble I have created for her?
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There are a few things that are engrained in my memory from my childhood. Warm summer nights catching fireflies in the backyard of our little red brick house, family dinners around the wooden table that had seen better days long before I was born… and my grandparent’s house.
Since its launch in March of 2013, we’ve welcomed many babies into our Daily Mom family. During our first year, there was one almost every single month. We actually have an ongoing joke that if you want to get pregnant, join the Daily Mom team! This summer we welcomed our newest Daily Kid to the family, after a 2 year baby drought.
Shortly after my first child was born, an online friend of mine lost her baby. She was 7 months old. There are no words to describe a loss like that. No words of comfort. No words of peace. There is just a void that is felt in your world – a gut wrenching emptiness that grasps the very core of your being and doesn’t ever let go. And those were just my feelings – for the loss of a child of a woman I barely knew. My heart ached for her. I cried for her. I weeped for her sweet baby. And then I weeped for my sweet baby as thoughts of “what ifs” played through my head over and over again in the days that followed.
There are dozens of blog posts spiraling virally through the realm of the social media world lately about things that we absolutely should and shouldn’t be telling our daughters – things that will supposedly be detrimental to their emotional growth and development and drastically influence their educational, social and future career path decisions.
If you’ve seen any of these posts, they might have ignited a fear deep within you, leaving you questioning yourself and your simple day-to-day interactions with your daughter. One post passionately insinuates that you are setting your daughter up for a lifetime of unfulfilled potential by telling her that she’s pretty. Another suggests that telling her she is smart will boost her ego too much, and instill in her unrealistic fabrications of her intelligence, setting her up for disappointment and rejection later in life.
Every mom dreams of peaceful mornings: a hot cup of coffee, a warm shower, and a relaxing start to her day. For most moms, however, that is rarely the case. Many times we are rushing ourselves out the door with our kids underfoot. Maybe you are a stay-at-home mom whose morning routine consists of hair in a messy bun, yoga pants on, and a quick brush of some makeup and you are out the door. Or you are a working mom who is expected to do more than the bare minimum to get ready each day and need something that is fast, easy, and provides the coverage needed to cover up those tired eyes and less-than-luminous skin.
As a mom of three young girls, I am no exception. In fact, I’m more like the rule. Getting myself ready is usually low on the totem pole of the list of responsibilities I have in the morning, but I still like to have a decent amount of coverage before I head off to take my oldest to preschool or run errands. I want something that is light and easy to put on, looks natural, and helps to make me look fresh instead of the dead-tired exhaustion that I actually feel. That is where BareMinerals Complexion Rescue comes in to help me with my morning routine.
Depression has been something that has clung to me like an unwanted acquaintance, and it became more prevalent after my first daughter was born. It has taken over significant chunks of my life and ruined times that I should have been reveling in the magic of our growing family. I wish it wasn’t a part of me, and I have done my best to keep it batted down from affecting those I love the most. But there are times where it rears its ugly head and there seems to be nothing I can do from stopping it.
I have had some level of postpartum depression with each subsequent birth of my three daughters. However, after my last child was born in November of 2015 my postpartum depression took a dive into the darkest parts of my soul and brought out a person I did not recognize. I am now able to look back from the other side, and this letter is to the people most affected by those negative days.
You hear it all the time. It shows up in your social media feeds in inspirational memes. Your mother-in-law’s eyes glisten just the tiniest bit as she recalls her early days of breastfeeding her now grown children. The young mother who sits beside you on the bench at the playground, painstakingly trying to get her fussy newborn to latch, tosses the words in your direction with a hint of exhaustion in her voice.
“Breastfeeding is an emotional journey.”
Happy Mother’s Day to all of you beautiful mothers out there! Here at Daily Mom we are known for bringing you useful and informative articles packed with gorgeous photography. We are a fun loving group of moms, but you certainly shouldn’t let that fool you. Like many of you, many of our days end in tears and frustration and some days we aren’t entirely sure that we are cut out for this mothering gig. Though we all have different parenting styles and fight different daily battles, one thing is for certain – we all love our children to pieces.
In honor of Mother’s Day, today we are getting “real” with you and bringing you a little bit of real life from all the wonderful moms who make up our team.
“Now, is not my time. Now, is their time.”
Those are the words that I have rehearsed over and over. Words that at times, I struggle to adhere to, to even desire. Some days I am able to fully convince myself that those words couldn’t be more true, yet I still struggle with an inner dialogue that says time is passing me by.
It wasn’t always that way. I worked for the first 9 months after my first child was born. I had always heard that dropping them off with the sitter would get easier, but it never did. When I finally got the chance to scale back my work hours to part-time, then part-time from home, I jumped on it. I was so excited to finally be a stay at home mom, thinking I could finally have it all.
My grandchildren and I visited the zoo. There was so much to see, explore and experience. My grandson is three years old and his curiosity is in full swing. My granddaughter is two and she is fearless, exploring everything around her. So you can imagine how my senses were on full alert trying to keep them out of harm’s way and still have fun.
Wedding season is upon us. Many young women are proudly showing off their beautiful engagement rings and beginning their wedding preparations. It is a time of excitement for brides-to-be, their mothers, and if they’re fortunate enough to still have their grandmothers present, exciting for them as well. For many though, their grandmothers have passed on and it often leaves a void. Many years of wisdom from grandmothers could be shared and unfortunately won’t be.
For this reason, I want to be sure my granddaughter has tidbits of wisdom tucked into her heart, from my heart, before she walks down the aisle. I want her to know, even if I am not there with her physically, that my spirit and the moments of marriage I pass onto her will be remembered for always.
“What do you do?”
That one little question is so incredibly difficult for me to answer. It leaves me utterly speechless. When I am asked that harmless, and often times, thoughtless, question in a social situation, it’s like the words are just pulled out of my mouth and rolled into one big cluster of nonsense and then forced back down into my throat, left to sit there like a scared, frail kitten in the gutter during a thunderstorm.