Having physical limitations as a mom has been difficult because there are certain tasks for my girls that I’m not able to do. I’m not able to get them dressed or give them a bath. However, what I can do, is help pick out their clothes, or chat with them during bath time. Sadly, I haven’t found any way to assist with diapers… oh darn ;) I have found ways to make feeding them easier, safer ways to carry them, adapted games to play together, and many more tools and ideas that make mom-ing more accessible.
I was browsing through Facebook the other day when I came across a post in a local group from a woman looking for a change in career. Her post caught my eye because I’m...
Imagine you’re out to dinner with your family and strangers come up to sympathize with “how hard it must be” for your husband to care for the kids on his own. This is despite that fact that you’re the one who birthed them, and you’re an equally important and active part in their lives. Or imagine a stranger telling your spouse how it’s absolutely astounding that he hasn’t walked out on you yet due to your “problems.”
To me, that's saying that sure, my legs are essentially wet noodles, and my lungs kinda suck at being lungs—but, I'm alive. And my mind is still sharp. Well, less sharp after having two babies, but still... I get to wake up and spend my days with my two beautiful babies. I get to enjoy my relationship with my wonderful husband. This gorgeous state? I get to explore it. I get to taste delicious food. And I get to play with our two hilarious doggies.