IMG_4057Adelaide will be ten weeks old tomorrow! Where has the time gone?? I have absolutely no recollection of August, which is fine with me. August is always my least favorite month. The heat, the humidity, the increased traffic when school starts back, everyone pushing scarf and boots weather when it is still in fact VERY MUCH shorts and tank tops weather…

………where was I?

For the past ten weeks I keep meaning to blog more. There’s all this pressure in my head to start something like a weekly or monthly letter to Ada…or to take a specific series of age progression pictures…or come up with some other Pinterest-worthy idea and carry it out to fruition. A friend recently said to me that she hadn’t officially revealed the gender of the baby she is expecting because she hadn’t come up with an idea of how to announce it that seemed good enough. Isn’t it sad that we live in a world where everyone feels pressure to make every single thing a thing?? Social media and mommy blogs can make you feel like an inferior mom if you aren’t doing something spectacular to document every second of your child’s life. But, like Eleanor Roosevelt said: “No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.”  

I’m choosing not to consent.

The thing is, before she was born, I swore I wouldn’t be that mom who suddenly bombards people with pictures of her baby. I pretty much blew that abooooout two days after she was born..can you blame me? Look at this FACE.

IMG_4229However, I’ve also stepped back and tried to evaluate how I feel about the culture we live in that makes us feel as if a moment isn’t complete unless it’s documented and shared on some form of social media. I’ve recently made it a point to put my camera and/or phone down more often than not…to relish interacting with my sweet baby girl and not focus on the next photo op.  Pictures capture memories, but I don’t want the only memory of the moment to be all about the picture…if that makes sense. And, I don’t want to write a letter to her or any other blog post just for the sake of sharing it with others. I want certain things to be just for her, just between the two of us and her daddy.



So, I’ve been pondering how to proceed in sharing my baby girl with the world at large (at least when it comes to the internet and my group of “friends” on various social media outlets). I’ll continue to blog…but I’ll let go of the feeling that I need to.  I will most definitely still overshare on Instagram, because my mom would kill me if I didn’t. (Hi Mom!) It’s all about finding the balance of public versus private…in parenting and life in general.

And, I’m not saying that what I choose to share or not to share is what’s right for everyone. Just like how I choose to parent may or may not be how you would do it, or how your mother did. Etcetera, etcetera.

Let’s all give each other a little more grace as fellow mothers. You may never post a single photo, you may write an eloquent monthly letter to your child that is bound to make the rest of us cry happy tears or laugh hysterically, maybe you’re the type of mom who fills out the baby book completely and in a timely fashion.  I may barely get around to a post a month…which may be short enough to have just been a tweet…  The moral of the story: to each their own*.

So, if you feel like you’re not documenting your baby’s childhood enough…and, like me, you start getting “mom guilt” for whatever reason, be it the lack of professional pictures taken, blogposts left unwritten, journal entries never finished, baby books with blank pages.. Or, if it’s something else like heaven forbid a store bought Halloween costume (gasp!) that you buy on October 31 at 4:30pm because you never got around to crafting one of the 50 or so from your Pinterest board…  take deep breaths and realize that it’s all going to be ok. We turned out just FINE and our mothers didn’t have Pinterest or Etsy or the ability to take a picture every second of every day or constantly compare their mothering to hundreds of other mothers on social media.

I could go on and on, but I bet everyone stopped reading this a paragraph or so back, am I right?…

Now, feast your eyes on this FACE.




* The only exception is if you update your Facebook status every two minutes with what you and/or your kid is doing that second (to which I must jump in and suggest that you DIAL IT DOWN A NOTCH). 



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