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Confessions of a crazed mother: Part One

Overwhelming guilt grips at my heart, at my mind and my eyes begin to tear up. How do you know you’re doing everything possible to take advantage of every moment? From first steps to first words, their first day at school or their first sport how do you know what moments there isn’t an excuse to miss? But is there an excuse, as a parent you are doing everything you can to provide for them, give them what they need and want with surprises. This is my guilt…

This  week our oldest Isabella began school, First Flight PreK and I found my emotions coming out as the first day became closer. We visited her classroom the week before, meeting the children and teachers that will be with her everyday. Such an amazing experience for Isabella I know, it will be great with the many things she will learn. Colors, shapes, numbers, letters… I just can’t believe she’s already in school! I feel like I just witnessed her take her first steps. It was hard during the orientation just to leave her side, to not tell her how to do something or what not to do. We even went into a separate room away from the children which I must say got my anxiety going and it wasn’t even a full first day of class! The excitement in her eyes as I greeted her, she sat patiently at the table with one of her “teachers”. As the words about the day hours spilled out about what she and my sister did I saw her enthusiasm in everything they participated in. From the outdoor play to the science center I knew Isabella was happy, though that fear was still in my gut. Maybe it was more the fear for myself rather then her anymore; when we began our orientation I thought she’d come screaming for me not to leave… I was mistaken I am the one holding on. I do not want my baby to grow up, life has been going so fast.

My guilt… The fact I have missed out on things with Isabella from her first steps to her baby years while I was working. I feel like I didn’t give her everything I could have, I didn’t breast feed her like I do Elleanna… But I did many things, trips to New York, Washington Dc and Disney all the time… I had her in the latest and expensive clothes that she would quickly grow out of. Many days I was working long hours while Isabella was either with her Nana or a daycare sitter; I missed out on many firsts due to the fact I was back in work by the time she was four months old. I know that’s a lot longer then a lot of mothers that took maternity leave and were back within six to twelve weeks but it just isn’t enough time to soak in the firsts. I’ve been blessed to be a stay at home mother until this summer (July and then to my current position as a waitress in September.)

With these kind of hours I feel like I’m missing out… I miss our traditional story time, tucking the girls in… I miss our family dinners… I miss soccer most Wednesday’s now… I’ve missed Elleanna learning to clap, wink and take steps. So how can I take advantage of each moment I have with the girls…

This is how:

DSCN2518I took Isabella outside all dressed up after Elleanna went down for her morning nap… From head to toe she was Snow White. Painted nails, apple in hand we had a blast taking photos; special one on one time with her before work.

DSCN2520My schedule has been many nights or evenings I should say so on the rare occasion I can make it to Isabella’s soccer I’m overwhelmed with excitement. She’s such a great soccer player already! She loves running and is practicing to hop or jump with the ball. Her favorite part is when daddy comes and she gets to practice shooting goals with him.

10685348_10202809535822880_4193673460023468718_nI was lucky enough to be at her first day of soccer and second… Though I missed the third and now fourth I know my daughter is happy, healthy and getting everything she needs from exercise, education to interacting with other children.

soccer                                                          soccer2

Now with spending time with Elleanna it’s very difficult, I can’t do many activities… We’ve played at the park.. And like her older sister we have monthly photo shoot.

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We cuddle during nursing time… Which during this time I start to become upset that I’m running out the door to work or that I’ve been gone all evening; I know I’m doing what is best for the girls I just need to remind myself.

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In this upcoming week Isabella and I have a homework craft assignment (About me poster). Along with our fashion nails by Jamberry that we will be posting about later this week, we also will be on a hunt for outfits for our wonderful, beautiful handcrafted bows by Tutu amaezing boutique. Elleanna and I will have photos to do this coming week also along with birthday planning and purchasing cake products for my little sisters 2nd birthday.

 

“I wont always cry, Mommy, when you leave the room.

And my supermarket tantrums will end too soon.

I wont always wake, Daddy, for cuddles through the night,

And one day you will miss having a chocolate face to wipe.

You wont always wake to find my foot is kicking you out of bed,

or find me sideways on your pillow where you want to lay your head.

You wont always have to carry me in asleep from the car,

or piggy back me down the road when my little legs can’t walk that far.

So Cherish every cuddle, remember them all. One day Mommy I won’t be this small.”

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How are you cherishing every moment? Is there ever guilt when you leave to work?

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Author:

Hi everyone, My name is Melissa; I'm a mother of two beautiful girls, Elleanna and Isabella and also a girlfriend of a wonderful man named Geraldo. I'm originally from upstate New York but have moved around a bit in the past seven years. First was Florida where I met Geraldo and where my girls were born and we tried our luck in Southern Maryland. Now we are back home in Florida where we belong. This is my view on life, my family adventures, my adventures but most importantly my life.

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