Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Sidewalk Chalk Sadness




We live in my husband’s bachelor pad and it never really bothered me until today.

Matt and I have known each other over 10 years. He is my cousin’s best friend from high school, and when we were younger I had the biggest crush on him. It wasn’t until my cousin’s weeding that he became interested in me, but the timing wasn’t right. Over the next 10 years we lived our separate lives but still remained “interested” in (and thanks to my cousin and his wife updated on) each other.
Then on New Year’s 2008/2009 we both happened to be online at the same time and ended up chatting for seven hours! Our relationship quickly evolved and by March I was contemplating resigning my teacher position and relocating to Chicagoland. I like to joke and say we moved in on our 5th date; which is kind of true, the 5th visit we had was when Matt came to Ohio to attend a wedding with my in July, the next we packed the cars with about half my stuff and headed “home.” Our original plan was that I would stay with him until the end of August at which point I would get me own place. Of course this never happened. We were engaged March 2010, married September 2010, and found out we pregnant the next month. The whirlwind life had swept us along so quickly that we never really had chance to make move out of the one bedroom condo we were living. We made the decision to start “fixing” the place up and hoped to move before the baby was due in June 2011. Yeah…that didn’t happen. Life got in the way. The timing never seemed right. There wa
s always another big life change (new job, lost job, new baby) on the horizon and we just couldn’t handle the hassle of selling a home.

Finally in February 2012 we put our home on the market. Luckily is has sold and we are in the process of closing and looking for our new home.

Like I said, all this time, living in our one-bedroom (three rooms total) condo never bothered me. Yes it was cramped. Yes we got on each other’s nerves at times. But it was cozy and it was OUR home. Actually, it was nice to spend my first year of motherhood in a home that didn’t require hours to clean, and I could see the baby as he lay in the swing, crib, activity gym easily from almost every corner of the house. We didn’t need to buy a monitor or a bassinet. It has made bonding with the baby easy, he is always close by. Our condo
is in a great, established neighborhood; we go on long walks and even have several parks/playgrounds within blocks of our house. Plus we have pool that Jacob and I have taken advantage this summer already. Today, though, I just wanted to take him outside to play. Not go on a walk. Not go to the playground. Not go swimming. Not get in the car and drive anywhere. Just go outside, in grass, and sit or kick a ball, or blow bubbles, or chase each other. But we couldn’t. We have no yard (the small amounts of grass in our community tend to be filled if dog poo.) All we have is a concrete walkway.

So after holding back tears at this realization, I got out the sidewalk chalk and we heading out our front door. I sat on the hard ground, trying to stay out of the way of others and watched as Jacob laughed and smacked the chalk against the ground, tree, wall, door, and neighbors welcome mat. He had fun pushing the buttons on the realtors key lock box, and watching the ants scurry by. He had fun playing on his concrete play mat, drawing a picture for daddy with his yellow chalk. Mommy let one tear roll down her face feeling like this the first time she had truly failed as a mother to provide the best for her child.

Monday, June 25, 2012

The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly of the Last Weeks: Flues, Fevers, and the Farmer’s Market


I am already kicking myself for falling so far behind on my goals. The reality of self-improvement and growth is that it is hard, time consuming, and most often no fun. I set high expectations for myself to reflect weekly, almost daily, on my journey through the beyond. But the reality is…my beyond is messy, unplanned, and chaotic. I had this weird image in my head that somehow we would all magically wake up the day after Jacob’s first birthday, and life would be easier. Uhm that didn’t happen. Here is what did happen:


We woke up, but it was really just another Monday…manic as always. I had forgotten to make my husband lunch the bight before, my parents were still with us in our cramped condo, and my house was a wreck of birthday gifts and laundry. Just to make the day a little more fun…I got a call from husband around 9:30am, he had left his wallet and cell phone at home; two things he really needed for the day, especially since he would have to go out for lunch. So as I helped my parents pack their car for the drive back to Ohio, I had to scramble to get Jacob into our car so I could drive the 30 minutes to Matt’s work. Now we were off our normal schedule and napping did not go well. Jacob had his 1-year appointment at 6:15 pm and he checked out just fine, however his shots gave him a low-grade temp, which made him fussy and difficult to get to sleep. I chalked the day up as a loss.


That low-grade fever hung around all day Tuesday and Wednesday, then spiked Wednesday night to around 104…fun fun fun. It stayed high all night and when I called the doctor in the morning, they said it was normal and just continue fever meds.


Thursday I was down to host our weekly playgroup at which we would celebrate Jacob’s birthday. I had about 7 girls and babies planning to come over “anytime after 10am” and when I woke at 8:30am (after being up all night) my house was a mess, I didn’t have all the food ready, and I forgot to thaw the chicken for the lunch salad I was suppose to serve. Luckily my group is very laid back and we have been together since our babies were only a few months old so I wasn’t stressing too much about nothing being ready, they all get it. The day went well, except that since Jacob slept in his schedule was off again. Oh well.

Friday, we drove to Wisconsin to spend the day at my Aunt’s house and visit with my cousin/Matt’s best friend who was in town with his family from Seattle. This was a great day. Jacob enjoyed swimming and blowing bubbles with his second cousins. It was so nice to just sit back and relax with family and watch the kiddos run around the yard. Jacob ran a fever around 102 the whole day; we kept up with his meds and gave him lots of water. The kicker of it all was that you would never have guessed he had a fever, he was running around like normal. However I was starting to really worry because the fever was just not breaking and his urine output had decreased.


Friday night was another rough night with spikes over 103. To make the night even more fun, I woke with the stomach flu at 3am. This was the last thing we needed.


Saturday we had a huge day planned. Library at 10:30am, Alexi’s first birthday at noon, and then dual graduation party for Matt’s cousins at 3pm. We decided to call the doctor first thing in the morning; they had us come in at 11am. The doctor checked him out and said the fever was just virus and we should lay off the meds. Again she cleared him to do everything as normal as long as he was acting like himself. I was relieved, but exhausted. Once we got home Jacob and I took a nap until 2:30. I was feeling better, but not great, I still was unable to eat anything. I was not looking forward to any of our commitments for the day; we had already missed half of Alexi’s party, but the idea of missing the whole thing just didn’t feel right. So we decided to make a brief appearance, as long as I was able to hold myself together. It was such a cute party; surfing themed and at the neighborhood pool, which Jacob loved since he is such a water-baby. We found our playgroup friends by the pool, and learned that 3 other girls had missed the party due to stomach flu…well at least now I know where I got it. The babies were so cute in their bathing suits; especially Ally is her ruffled yellow bikini. Jacob loved that the pool was a zero depth and he could just walk around in the water splashing. We hung out for about an hour before we had to move on to the next party. I was starting to feel like I had been hit by a truck, but I have a hard time missing family engagements so I sucked it up and went. I spent most of the time sitting inside, alone, in the air conditioning. Once we got home for the evening Jacob and I went straight to sleep; he was still running a fever and the day’s events had worn him out.


Sunday the fever was gone and it was Father’s Day! We were able to just relax and spend time together as a family. My mother-in-law had us over for dinner (like most Sundays) and Matt’s grandmother joined us for the meal. I hoped this would be a good omen for the week ahead.


Tuesday Lauren and Lillian (an original member of our playgroup who moved to Indiana around Christmas) came to town visit, we celebrated by having a pool party at Melissa’s. What a great day. The babies we happy, the mamas were relaxed, lots of good food and treats, lots of good conversation and company. We spent the whole day just hanging out. I think this may have been one of the best days I have spent with my girls and the babies ever. It reaffirmed my belief that “my tribe” was a main reason that I survived the first year of motherhood. It was going to be a good week.


Then on Wednesday Matt came home with…the stomach flu. Now as most of you know, when a guy is sick the world stops. He came home, got sick, went to bed, and stayed there until mid-day Thursday. (If you recall, I had the same thing yet staying in bed did not seem to be an option for me. I did get to rest in small chunks on the couch, but not alone, in the bed, in the quiet. Much different.) Jacob and I spent Wednesday night on the couch, and Thursday morning tending to Daddy. Our whole day was thrown off schedule, and we missed playgroup. I hate missing playgroup. It is my time during the week that I know I get to connect with people who truly understand and appreciate my daily life. Ugh, my week was not ending as well as I had hoped. But by Thursday night Matt was feeling better and I was able to run some errands, alone. What would have taken me a week to do, I was able to get done in 2 hours. Ok so maybe the week wasn’t a complete loss.


Saturday we were able to continue the upswing by going to the Farmer’s Market (for the first time) in the morning and taking in cousin Rainer’s baseball game after lunch. Now I am sure you have found the trend in my life, once one part improves, something else has to fall apart. This time it was me…after the baseball game I got a killer migraine. Luckily Matt decided that he would take Jacob over to his mother’s for dinner. This gave me about 3 hours alone to rest. See he really is a great partner. By the time the boys returned Saturday evening my headache was declining and we able to have a family dance party.


All in all, my first two weeks of the beyond have been pretty much the same. No magical new adventures, no sudden personal growth, no real change in the day-to-day happenings. The change is there though; it is in my reflection and behavior. I am making a conscious effort to evaluate the day and look for areas of improvement. Eventually I will have the energy, time, skill to implement an overt change, but until then I will have to accept that thinking about changing is change enough.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Maybe I Need to Tape Some Affirmations to Mirror…

This past weekend was overwhelming to say the least. My little man turned 1, my parents spent the weekend with us in our 1 bedroom condo, I hosted a first birthday party for our extended family..about 25 people, and I started my blog. I have received so many positive comments about my first post and decision to chronicle my journey as I push myself to thrive as a mother and grow as a person. As I read the comments on facebook and texts, I realized something scary…Holy Crap! I have to keep writing!….what have I got myself into! The idea of pushing myself to thrive was semi-easy to embrace, but the realization that I have truly decided to share my journey with others has become slightly terrifying. What if I suck at writing, what if fail, what if I do it wrong, what if my crafty projects don’t turn out cute…. So many what ifs. But I guess conquering the “what ifs” are part of pushing myself. I just have to remember to breath and that although I am writing this for all of you to read the journey is mine, and I am only accountable to me. This is my story, my adventure, my goals, my accomplishment, my failures. Owning the journey is the only way to survive it. Afterall …“Growing can be scary” “Making mistakes is sometimes messy” “Every flower has to push it’s way through the dirt before it blooms” hmmm...quotes from those cheesy inspirational posters at the teacher store may actually come in handy…

Sunday, June 10, 2012

First Birthday


            My son’s first birthday is today.  I can’t believe it’s been a year.  It has been the most defining year of my life.  I am mom.  My son has changed who I am…for the better.  I am more self-confident, self-aware, and secure person.  I love another human more than I could imagine loving my spouse or myself.  It is amazing. Everyday with my son is amazing.  There is just no other word if it.  I am amazed with how much strength I never knew I possessed.  I am amazed with my husband’s capability for demonstration such a depth of  support and compassion.  I am amazed with my son’s growth and development.


One Year photo by Heidi Kalish June 2012


To celebrate his birthday, my husband and I wrote him short letters to express how we are feeling in this moment.  Here is mine:

Dear Jacob,
Today is your very first birthday and I love you more than I can express.  Your birth was the most magical moment of my entire life. You lay on my chest looking into my eyes and in that moment I knew I was your mommy and you would change my life.  This year has been the most amazing time; filled with priceless memories. Your personality, intelligence, and on-the-go attitude fill my days with happiness.  Your smile can brighten a room, your laugh is contagious, and your curiosity is astounding.  You are always watching people, animals, cars, the sky…always learning, wondering why.  It is my most favorite thing about you.  I wake every morning smiling knowing how lucky I am to spend my day with you.  Even as you grow, you will always be my baby and I will always be proud to be your mommy.

Love, Mommy

New Year's Resolution


So I decided I wanted to start a blog.  Not sure why, just thought it would be something I would enjoy.  Like I don’t have enough to do already.  The idea bounced around my head for about a month before I mentioned it to my husband.  I was a little timid at first not sure how he would respond.  He loved the idea.  What should I call it? I asked.  Interesting question.  Consistent with my husband’s personality, he told me to grab a piece a paper and start brainstorming.  Write down words that you think reflect the types of topics you want to discuss.  He went on to encourage me to think what type of name I wanted: Cutesy, Funny, Play on Words, Common Phrasing, Dry.  I began writing down all the topics I thought I might know enough about that others could benefit from my sharing.  Of course things like cloth diapers and new mommy lessons topped my list, but there are already so many blogs about these topics.  So I took a break…for about 3 weeks.  I continued to think and reflect, mulling over different ideas, posts, photos, lessons, and questions that I could focus on.  One night as I was playing on Pinterest, I came across a blog post that someone pinned about how to be a better blogger.  Since my fear is that I will be a terrible blogger, I read it.  The points seemed pretty simple and obvious; write what you know, write how you talk, don’t bring people down with whining, and be original.  Well shoot.  I can’t really be original by writing about cloth diapers; I mean really how many posts can you read about “Where Does the Poo go?” and “How to Get the Stink Out.”  And who really wants to read about another first time mom making all the same mistakes and learning how to operate on 3 hours of sleep.  So I started typing keywords into Google to find blogs that matched words from my original brainstorm list. I tried funny names: “Whine and Cheese.” I tried cutesy names: “Diapers and Dishes.” I tried straightforward names: “Adventures of a First Time Mom.” I tried play on words: “Between the Naps.”  All were taken (and all were good.)  So again I put the idea on the back burner for a few weeks. 

As I started to plan my son’s birthday party, I knew what I wanted to write about.

Looking back over the past year, I realized something about motherhood, something people indirectly tell you with all the “new mom” stories and “first time mommy” lesson.  Motherhood is divided into two parts: Year 1 and Beyond.  Year 1 is about survival.  You learn to survive on little/no sleep, food, and time to you self, or showering.  You learn to survive the guilt, the heartache, the first bump and bruises.  You learn to survive the overwhelming feeling of love, joy, and happiness that makes you feel if you may explode at the sound of one more giggle.  You learn to survive your mistakes, advice from strangers, and probing questions that make feel like you are doing it all wrong.  You learn to survive watching a piece of yourself grow into the most beautiful human being that you have ever met.  Then comes the next part of motherhood: the Beyond.  Now you have a choice to make, and for some, it is a difficult choice.  You must decide if you are going to continue to just survive life as a mommy or if you are going to push yourself to thrive. I have decided that I am going to thrive.  This will be my time to shine.  To grow as a person, partner, and mother.  I will achieve goals I never knew I had and develop skills I never knew I wanted.

So with this new year in my son’s life I am setting some goals for myself and I have decided to write a blog about my journey through the “Beyond” as a “thriving” mother.

Here are my  “New” Year’s Resolutions
1.     Try every day to be the best mom I can be (by playing more, and worrying less)

2.     Make more time to develop myself and more me time (Lose the last 5 pregnancy pounds, and maybe take a cooking class)


3.     Do something every day to connect with my spouse ( Let’s make list check off as we do it)