Showing posts with label co-sleeping. Show all posts
Showing posts with label co-sleeping. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

On Mommy Blogs

My first blog goes back to the late '90s early '00s for my now defunct but still online site: coloredgirls.com I keep paying Pair Networks because I can't bring myself to take it down. I also don't know how to archive it. And sometime I think, maybe one day I'll resurrect it. It's been years since I maintained it or any other blog.

I find myself blogging again for two reasons. The first being my desire to become a disciplined writer - disciplined as in the habit of writing on a regular basis. The second, because motherhood has gifted me with tons to write about. In fact, the first article that I published following the birth of my first child was about my husband's and my decision to co-sleep and then our decision to stop co-sleeping (after getting hit in the face with one of my son's toy cars deep in the night).

Truth be told, I find myself fascinated and slightly overwhelmed by the sheer number of mommy bloggers: Christian moms; crunchy moms; design lovin' moms; breastfeeding, babywearing, cloth diapering moms; moms of color; queer moms, adoptive moms, moms of Multiples, homebirthing moms, fashionista moms, hell Brooklyn moms are their own category, etc. etc. The point is, even though I just put all these mothers into little boxes, each woman, each writer falls into more than one category. She is the sum of many parts. And that's inspiring.

Friday, June 12, 2009

Morning

This morning L climbed into our bed, as he does every morning. He's 3. He brought with him three stuffed animals: polar bear, mama kangaroo, and tarantula. Yeah, he has a stuffed tarantula (thanks Uncle Mikey!)He usually brings one for each of us and then gives his baby brother a baby rattle. Baby brother A, who sleeps in the co-sleeper attached to our bed some of the time and in our bed most of the time, was cuddled next to me sound asleep. L wanted to hug and kiss the baby. But when he does of course, he wakes the baby and the last thing I want anyone to do is wake the baby. But L wakes the baby with a big hug. And I get a little annoyed as he starts fussing but sweet as can be, L starts singing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star. It's okay, it's okay he repeats to his brother gently patting his back after the song. The singing calms the baby and they're smiling at each other and I smile at my husband. My heart is full of love. It was a great way to begin the day.