I’m excited to bring you the next installment in our Seasons in Parenting series. Last time we talked about raising teenagers. Today we’re sliding clear over to the other side of the spectrum and discussing those sleep-deprived, overwhelmingly-difficult-yet-don’t-blink-or-you’ll-miss-them days of welcoming a newborn into the family. If you’re a parent, you’ve been there — but it’s easy to forget what those early days are like, no matter how often you’ve lived through them. That’s why I’m eager to share with you these words from Tabitha of From Single to Married, a first-time mom to an eight-month-old. She’s not too far past that stage yet. Those of you who are pregnant, or hope to one day be pregnant — her words are especially for you.
Today is my last day of employment. Ever. Okay, maybe I’m being a tad dramatic, but it sure feels like a momentous occasion, because today is the day that I officially become a full-time stay-at-home mom.
If you had told me a couple of years ago that I would soon be at this point, I would have said you were crazy. Certifiable even. Yet here I am: age 38 and a new mother to an eight-month-old baby who is crawling, sitting up, and basically turning my life upside down.
And I figure that if you’re reading this site, you are either a parent or are hoping to be one. I know because that’s where I was last year. And now that I’ve come out on the other side, I thought I’d share five things that I’ve learned about making the transition from “me” to “we.”
