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8 Things I Didn’t Know I’d Miss as a Mom

Before having a baby, you always hear things like “sleep while you can” or (the opposite) “have fun while you still can!” I expected the no-sleep thing and I expected the financial burden of daycare and diapers, but here are a few things that I didn’t expect to miss once I became a mom.

Driving Straight Home From Work
For years I took for granted the simple task of driving home after work. Now, my standard routine involves about an extra half hour (on a good day) of shuttling around in rush-hour traffic to pick Iris up from school. Before becoming a mom, I would get off work and have the luxury of driving straight home, to the gym, or even better – to a bar for happy hour. Fast forward to being a parent and now any extra stop means I don’t start cooking dinner until later than normal, meaning who knows when the food will be ready, meaning I have a cranky kid who will likely be up past her bedtime.

Not Having to Hide My Trash
I can’t throw away an old Happy Meal toy or stale cookie without Iris finding it in our garbage can. If there’s anything that we need to get rid of that Iris might be interested in, I have to hide it beneath the coffee grounds and banana peels. And don’t forget about the bathroom trash! You have to cover some things with toilet paper, otherwise who knows what awkward questions you’ll find yourself dodging.

Spicy food
I love spicy food. My child does not. She has been known to even call white rice spicy. I miss being able to pour in the cayenne pepper to our chili and buying the hot taco seasoning at the grocery store. Having a kid doesn’t always mean that I must forgo my spices, but it does mean that I often have to cook a second, different version for her. JUST what I have time for.

Eating Desserts Out in the Open
Iris eats her fair share of sweet stuff, but when it’s my turn for dessert she will still request to share. Iris can tell any time that I’ve eaten sweets without her. She can sniff out a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup on my breath hours later and has a way to find any candy wrapper that I’ve thrown out. I swear she must keep a spreadsheet of our dessert stock because she always knows when a cookie has disappeared. I can’t be the only mom who’s eaten ice cream in the bathroom, can I?

Peeing in Peace
It’s like there’s a sensor on my toilet seat that alerts Iris whenever I sit down. I’ve learned to the lock the door, but that doesn’t stop her from knocking (banging) and asking (yelling) questions through the door.

Flying
Want to fly somewhere on vacation? Sure, but that will cost you a whole extra plane ticket. We’re a small family, but anytime we consider flying anywhere I usually run the airfare, times it by three, and immediately change my mind. Road-trip, it is!

Eating Without Poop
What is it about sitting down to a meal that makes a kid have to poop? Even though she has been out of diapers for a couple years, we still sometimes have to assist Iris (especially in public restrooms). I didn’t know that it would be normal to eat piece of pizza, wipe a butt, and go back to eating pizza – after throughly washing my hands, of course. This one I should have known, but four years later and I’m still amazed at her timing.

My Thoughts
R.I.P. my stream of consciousness (1980-2011). Whether I’m at work or at home, it’s nearly impossible to think about something without being interrupted. For example, I have been jumped on, whined to, and begged for juice just while I’m writing this one little paragraph. I miss being able to really hold onto an idea and think it through.

As parents we often have to pause our thoughts, dreams, sleep, fun, pizza, and happy hours, but thankfully it’s all worth it about a million times over. We’re a part of something sweeter than the dessert we sneak in the bathroom and something more thrilling that flying through the clouds. Sure my food may come with more poop than flavor, but I have a feeling one day these will be the things that I miss.

When Ellen Doesn’t Call You Back

I had just picked up Iris from school when my phone rang. I didn’t recognize the number, so I almost let it go to voicemail, but then I noticed the caller ID said Burbank, CA. On the last ring I answer it and I hear, “Hi! Is this Sarah? This is (name withheld) from the Ellen Degeneres show.”

THE ELLEN SHOW?!

I still have no idea how they got my number, but I guess when you are Ellen you can find out just about whatever you want. He said he heard about Iris’ CVS birthday party and, since Ellen is always looking for positive, upbeat stories to feature on her show, he wanted to ask me a few questions.

ANYTHING YOU WANT, ELLEN!

He asked all about myself, my family, and the story behind Iris’ birthday party. He requested to talk to Iris, but she was stuffing her face full of M&Ms (from CVS, of course) and wasn’t quite in the mood to chat it up with a stranger. He wanted to set up a time to Skype with her later that evening to see what could come out of it, with the caveat that he “always likes to manage expectations” (AKA – don’t get my hopes up). So we hung up with a plan to Skype an hour later. And that’s when I realized…

I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO SKYPE!

I quickly downloaded the program, signed up for an account, and crossed my fingers I could figure it out when the call came. Then, my main focus turned towards getting Iris to cooperate. She was in a pitiful mood. Tired, hungry, whiney – JUST what Ellen is looking for, I’m sure.

At 6:30 pm (basically Iris’ witching hour) we Skyped with the producer. It went… not so great. Within seconds our talkative, hilarious, adorable little kid transformed into a scrunched up mute with her hands curled up over her eyes. When she actually said something, she whispered so quietly that I could barely hear her myself. While my heart was sinking, knowing this wasn’t going to work out, I just hugged her as she sat in my lap and we awkwardly finished the call.

She’s four. She has no idea what this is or what it means. And that’s okay. What matters most out of all of this is that Iris has a positive experience to look back on and I feel satisfied knowing that she does. The producer asked that we not take up any other offers for TV shows that may come our way, as they always like to be first, and that he would connect back with me the next day.

He never called.

I knew what the answer would be, but with as much as I love Ellen, I was still a little bummed that they left us hanging. Iris on the other hand, she’s just happy she can continue eating her M&Ms in peace.

The Only Child

I’ve known since my early 20s that I wanted to be a mother. Of course, as a girl, you grow up with that idea embedded in your daily life, but it wasn’t until 22 or 23 until I actually believed it on my own. The desire for children slowly started to develop, but it always felt so far off and not quite real.

But then things fell into place. I met Todd, we fell in love, after a couple of years we got engaged, and a year or so after that we got married. It wasn’t until three years later that we felt the time was right to try for a baby. We were fortunate in that it didn’t take us too long to find out that we were pregnant. In October of 2011 we brought a 10-pound flower into the world: our Iris.

Suddenly, there we were.
Parents.

We were one of the first couples in our local circle of friends to have a child. We felt like pioneers and ambassadors to this brand new, sleep-deprived, love-filled world. Sure it was rough (like, really rough) that first year, but damn was it worth it about a million times over and we told anyone about it that would listen. The privilege of being Iris’ mother is the single best thing that has ever happened to me.

So, naturally we will do it all over again, right?
Well, probably not. The truth is that it’s fairly likely that Iris will continue to be an only child. Of course, anything could happen, but as of now this is how it looks.

– The Desire: I just don’t have the desire like I did with Iris and Todd feels the same way. Perhaps one day we’ll wake up with that urge again, a feeling of need for another, but I have such a feeling of content with our little family unit. There is something so simple and sweet that I love about Todd, Iris, and myself as a team. Maybe this will change, but I simply do not feel like we’re missing anything right now.

– Time: I turn 35 in just a few weeks. I realize that science has come a long way, but if that urge doesn’t come in a certain amount of time, then my age will eventually make the final decision for me. My only fear here is that I’ll change my mind and then it might too late.

– The What Ifs: I do worry about what if something happens to Iris. How in the world will I go on without a child in my life? I read an article a while back about the decision to have an only child and they referenced the need for a “back-up.” Basically, something else to live for if (heaven forbid) something were to happen… But such big decisions can’t be made based on fear. Worry is just a way of life for a parent, so it will be there with or without another child.

– The Only Child Syndrome: This is one that we actually don’t worry about even though this gets brought up the most. It’s our job as parents to make sure that Iris is the best person she can be regardless of if she has siblings or not. I feel like there is enough going on in our lives (different hobbies and projects) so that all of our attention isn’t always on Iris. Plus, so far we’re just not concerned about not giving Iris a sibling. I have two half-sisters, a half-brother, and a step-sister. I’m very far apart in age from all of them, so some of my most formative years were spent as the only child in my home, which I actually quite liked. I also strongly believe that friends can be just as close, valuable, and loved as family members. Not to mention that there are no guarantees that if I did have another that they will have this incredible bond just because they share the same goofball parents.

– Finances: To be honest, starting from scratch with a new one sounds just sounds… expensive. Since Iris was born in October, she won’t be starting kindergarten until she’s almost six years old. This means that we have two more years of paying for daycare. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to rush this young age. I want to hold onto, cuddle with, and roll around with these precious years forever. BUT, what I will not miss is the monthly daycare tuition. Sure there will be after-school, summer school, field trips, sports, and other expenses, but I’m willing to bet that they will not cost nearly as much as our mortgage like her school currently does. I’m so thankful that we’ve been able to send Iris to a great Montessori school since she was eight months old. If we had another and wanted to do the same, we would have to start sacrificing things that we all love (and things that Iris is finally old enough to appreciate), like trips to the beach and dance lessons. That sacrifice seems well worth it to tons of families, but when your desire for another kid isn’t there to start with, the idea of another seems daunting.

I certainly realize that my outlook here is in the minority. After all, people rarely ask if you want a “kid” – it’s always do you want “kids” plural, but for now at least one just feels right. We have plenty of friends with more than one, which gives us the best of both worlds.

As of now Iris seems okay with it too. Recently we were playing house – she was the mommy and interestingly, I was the sister (even though there were no other siblings). Not having any siblings to play with, I find it’s often my job to play pretend alongside my one and only. This session though, I casually asked Iris, “do you wish you had a sister?” She looked at me and answered with an honest, “No, I’m fine.” Even though she’s only a few years old, this helped me feel better about my stance on the subject because, I’m fine too. We all are. And we’ll continue to be no matter how the cards fall.

Postcards From The Past

Old photos / me & the fam van

When I was around four-years-old my family took a trip to Wildwood, Georgia during one of those infamous hot, southern summers. That was a long drive from our hometown of Memphis, and it probably felt even further in our old Volkswagon van that didn’t have a working air-conditioner. I don’t quite remember the drive. In fact, since I was so young, I don’t remember much about the trip at all except that we stayed in an old white house in the country up on top of a hill. There is, however, one part of our vacation in Wildwood that I have always held on to.

It was almost bedtime. The summer sun had set and the first stars were just starting to peek through the darkening sky. My mom had gone out for the evening, but before she left she instructed my older siblings to help me read something that she had posted to the refrigerator door. Hanging by a magnet was a white paper plate with the following words etched out in her handwriting:

Star light, star bright,
The first star I see tonight;
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have the wish I wish tonight
.

My brother helped me read the bedtime rhyme and at the end I was told that I could make a wish. So what does every little girl in the mid-1980s wish for? A Care Bear, of course.

I remember falling asleep that night, stretched out on an old couch since I was the smallest and there weren’t quite enough beds for us all, but not as well as I remember waking up the next morning. Before I even opened my eyes I felt my little arms wrapped around a soft something. I jumped up to find myself hugging my very own, green clover Care Bear! I was stunned. My wish had come true! Our vacation house was in the middle of nowhere, so I knew that without a doubt that the twinkling star and my mighty wishing powers were what made this happen.

Even though I’m now grown, and I know that my mom just had a really good “mom moment”, I still always hold this sparkle of hope and wonder in my heart. A feeling that anything is possible and that happiness is always just a star away. Now I have a little girl of my own who is the same age that I was on that trip. As I try my best to make each vacation special with Iris, I know that she might not remember each little detail, especially at her young age. It’s crazy how much we forget as we grow, but even the things that we don’t remember still help shape us into who we become. So I will never quit trying to make magical moments for her, just as my family did for me. You never know which memories will inspire us many years later. All it takes is a night sky and a white paper plate.

This post was inspired by the HomeAway® “Postcards from the Past” contest. Wish me luck!

Bath LOVE

Iris loves bath time.
I mean REALLY loves it.

She can be in the worst of moods, and all I have to say is:
BATH!

She makes a beeline to the tub, grabs the bubble bath container and hands it over.

Watching her in the bath, I can tell that her imagination is really growing. Her bad mood washed away, she plays, makes little sounds, and occasionally tries to sneak a sip of bath water.

Nothing better than a silly, clean, naked baby.

Bath LOVE

Bath LOVE

Bath LOVE

Bath LOVE

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