(Tap, tap, tap) Ahem. Is this thing on?
I feel like I’ve been living in a cave for three years and I’m just stumbling out into the sunlight. My eyes haven’t adjusted to the brightness yet.
Recently, I read an article about living in “The Blur”… those days with a not-a-toddler when you feel like you’ve grown a second, not-terribly-evil-but-incredibly-demanding head and you start to wonder if you will ever get to eat a meal while it’s warm, pee by yourself, read a book, sit down for a second, have a conversation with someone who can actually pronounce their S’s, and go through a day without getting a body fluid on your clothes that isn’t your own. I almost cried because I realized that someone DID get it and she was already on the other side. It was sort of like that feeling of relief I felt when Dr. N gave me a diagnosis and a plan of attack because FINALLY there was something concrete to go on and some reassurance that we would get through it.
Just lately, I’ve started realizing that The Wonderful Olivia Moonpie is starting to play on her own. She’s more potty trained than not, and while I have to “HOLP” her, she can usually get started on the process by herself. I actually read a novel this past month and I didn’t have to restart it five times because so much time elapsed between reading the first five pages and getting to pick it up again. We are working on what it means when Mommy closes the bathroom door (thank you whoever invented locks because she just learned how a door knob works.) I can even say, “I’m going to go take a shower while you finish your milk and watch Max and Ruby.” and SHE WILL FINISH HER MILK AND WATCH TV WHILE I SHOWER!!! She can come get me if she needs me now instead of my taking the world’s fastest shower while constantly hollering “Are you OK?”
I think I’ve made it out of THE BLUR!
And I have missed this. I’ve missed interacting with other grownups. So much has changed in our lives in the past 12 months. Did you know we moved? I hired a personal trainer! Olivia Moonpie can ride a tricycle like a pro and she is learning to swim!
But, this place was about getting here. I’m such a different person now. It sort of feels like we wrote the final chapter on this particular book and it’s time to put the pen down. Also, I feel like this blog serves as a reference for those still struggling with infertility and infant loss. I know when I was so deeply lost in that Wood, I didn’t want to see new posts about trips to the Children’s Museum and photos of birthday parties.
I have a question. All the time, we have people commenting on how awesome Miss Moonpie is, how well behaved she is, how smart, how self-assured. They ask how we did it. So, I’ve been tossing around the idea of starting my own “Mommy Blog” (I know, 2008 was a long time ago in internet years. I’m sometimes a slow-adopter) and sharing some of what we have learned these past three years, and testing out theories as we go forward trying to raise a healthy, happy girl in the age of twerking. Let’s just say, I’m hoping Malala makes more of an impression on her than Honey BooBoo. Would anyone be interested in that? You all have stuck with me for so long, are you interested in going on a new trip with me? And more importantly, would you help me get the word out? ;P
(To be completely honest, I actually started said blog a looooong time ago and I’m planning on reviving it. It’s http://agoodmother.wordpress.com/ )