I am not a blogger. Up until three months ago, I wasn’t even a mama. And I certainly wasn’t a hippy. I’ll admit, I may have been a little bit of a prepster. The birth of my daughter Charlotte changed my whole life. She changed everything. I started using words like “babywearing” and google searching “amber necklaces” and “tummy time” (the bane of my existence, by the by, and Charlotte’s too), organic baby food recipes and baby sign language. Yes, having my daughter changed my entire world. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
In the week before I returned to work, I realized that these last three months have been the best of my life. Rewarding in a way that I never, ever realized I would find rewarding. Frankly, as much as I love my job, I almost got resentful that I had to return to work. I knew I was going to miss the burgeoning new sounds my daughter was making, the babywearing meet-ups in local parks with other moms, my morning and evening walks with my daughter where we looked at seagulls and palm trees and puppies and the crazy, wild parrots in our neighborhood. I was going to miss being on our own schedule and swim lessons in the middle of the day and lounging around in our pajamas (hers with feet, mine with Lululemon logos) I realized I was going to miss the middle-of-the-day breastfeeding session where she would snuggle up against my neck when she was full before she lulled herself (and sometimes me) off to sleep with gurgles and coos. I realized that, for the first time in my life, I wished I could be a stay-at-home mom — not because it’s easier, not because I didn’t like the work I did (it’s NOT and I DO!) but because I want to soak up every stinkin’ minute of every single day of my daughter’s life!
I realized one thing in this week before I returned to work: I was born to be Charlotte’s mama.
I needed to figure out a way to keep my thoughts from spinning, and keep my questions in one place, and share my experience with others (who might or might not care to know what’s twirling in my new-mama head) and my husband, Charlotte’s daddy, who deployed with the US Navy two weeks after she was born. Hence the birth of this blog, stemming from how I described myself to my husband in an email.
But I’m not a blogger. I am, however, a prepster-hippy mama who needed a space to share my thoughts, capture them for posterity and sanity. I have no idea what I will end up posting here. I want to share ideas and blogs from elsewhere and thoughts — of my own and of others. I don’t know what will come of this blog, but hopefully it will be an interesting way to reflect on my combined roles in life: professional, wife, runner, wine-lover (oh, yeah, I LOVE wine), daughter, sister, and now – Charlotte’s mama.
Read on and enjoy.
Peace and Cheers!
3 thoughts on “The birth of a prepster-hippy mama”
Love it Colleen! Keep it up – I can’t wait to read more! Love ya!
I love you, I love this and I love how honest you are about the drastic change that is motherhood. It is a wild, frightening, crazy, beautiful, amazing ride, to say the least. I will be here to read posts, chat about babywearing, amber necklaces and baby sign language (P.S. I have recs if you need them!), and generally support you all the way.
Love to you from a prepster hippy mama herself (although I think I am a little more hippy and you are a little more preppy…dang…always leaving me something to aspire to, Colleen!)
My mom told me that having children would change my life – that I should rethink being so career driven and consider setting up my life in a way that would allow me to be home with my children, should I want to – of course I told her that I was 100% content with being a professional and mother, had no plans or intentions to stay-at-home….however, the first moment I held Brennon, I knew my mom had been right all along and that I should have listened! I rationalized that God, knowing I would have to leave Brennon to go to work, gave me the gift of fiercely loving my child, so that I would have enough drive and energy to daily devout my “spare”(non-work) time to raising my child. No matter how hectic work is, home with my family is my bliss and it is a blessing to be able to say that. Your daughter is blessed that you so enjoy being her mama and love her so deeply. So happy you have found your bliss. I hope your husband returns safe from deployment to share in your bliss 🙂