In my eyes, there are two types of parents: The kind who meticulously document every detail of their children’s first years of life in baby books, and the remaining handful of us sane folk.
I don’t think I’ve spoken with anyone who has completed all of their kids’ baby books by the end of their grade-school years.
OK, I’m sure those people do exist, and we could eat off their kitchen floor, but they have to be either severely sleep-deprived or living la vida loca.
I am proud of even knowing where my girls’ books are; plus, in the last year, I have dusted off the covers while moving them to a different shelf in my closet. Mom of year award, pick me!
Speaking of crazy, since I had my daughters 14 months apart, life was wild and incredibly loud.
My first girl’s baby book was completed during naptimes and after she dozed off to sleep for the night. It was a fun, creative project that was fulfilling to complete.
And I’m sure when I finish the very last load of laundry ever in my house, I will push my walker aside, sit down with a cup of tea, and in my thick fuzzy robe, I will relish the joyous photos of my baby’s firsts. One can dream of the day when I can smile at her first curl and read through the carefully planned letters written to her from her father and me.
I was positive when I got pregnant again, I’d be one of those parents who got things done. I loved to read my Martha Stewart magazines from cover to cover, dog-earing pages to help me organize my home into the perfect abode.
When you finish laughing, I’ll admit it was a crazy Stepford wife’s dream. Sadly, that dream was flushed down the garbage disposal with half a lemon rind and a stream of warm water, for that light fresh smell everyone loves.
My initial hope to complete my youngest daughter’s baby book seemed plausible. She was going to nap and sleep through the night like her sister. I’d have plenty of free time to be crafty.
But no one told me that a newly walking one-year-old and a newborn could not possibly agree on the same sleep schedule. That cute little comment other mothers say to new moms about sleeping while the baby is sleeping does not apply when no one in my house slept! I’m over it, really.
If I’m fully disclosing here, the baby books aren’t the only things I haven’t gotten done. In motherhood, I have become a perpetual careless finisher.
I’d hate to admit how many books in my house are bookmarked only one-third of the way through the pages. If it’s a good book, then I might make it through 150 pages max.
Truly the only time I manage to finish is a book is when it’s required for my book club, though at the last book club meeting, I showed up only on chapter 7. Thankfully, there was no judgment.
They’re moms, too, and I bet they don’t have all their baby books in order… at least I hope not.
Stacey Hatton loves emails and can be reached at email@example.com after she makes a sizeable dent in the laundry pile.