christina montoya fiedler
If I hear "Mary Had a Little Lamb" one more time, I might scream. In fact, I might be one "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" away from a breakdown.
As I sit here, watching my 10-month-old trying to feed himself dinner, I realize that being a mother and a clean freak do not mix. Before my son, everything had a place and everything was in its place -- so to speak. Not anymore.
I am astonished by how good we are, as women, at tearing each other down when really we should be building each other up. We are all part of the same team, and our ventures into motherhood should only strengthen that bond.
Call me naïve, but I also had NO clue that some strollers could cost upwards of $1,200. That's a good portion of our rent, several months of groceries, a few months' worth of gas, or cases of diapers. I could go on. I'm sure you could too.
Nine months ago, I gave birth to my beautiful son, Joseph. Long before I knew I was pregnant, I was sure of one thing: that I would not be breastfeeding.