Alright, before we get into the nitty and very, very, gritty details about surviving camping with a baby, I wanted to touch on one thing that, for me, was one of the most important aspects of the trip - how freaking nice it was to spend time with some like-minded parents and just talk. Charlotte and I are some seriously smart cookies and discoved a key component to camping with a baby early on in the game.
Leaving the overly tired kids with the husbands and trekking off to the nearest store for a much needed provision, ice cream. We got to enjoy an AH-mazing ice cream bar, a scenic drive - complete with
wild turkeys and talk about all sorts of awesome things that husband's don't always get. One of those topics that hit close to home for me? Our insecurities as mothers.
The question, "What is the one thing about being a parent you wish someone would have warned you about," is asked a lot. Heck - google search it and you will see thousands of responses, ranging from touching to hilarious.
My answer? The insecurities.
Everyone told me that I would always worry about my baby - no matter his age. I was warned that there would be sleepless nights, tears shed when they got their first cut, that labor would hurt - but that I would get through it. My mom was even so wonderfully open to share with me the importance of finding a good group of moms to hang with - because staying at home, while wonderful, can at times be mind numbing (thanks mom!).
What no one told me though - was how riddled by insecurities motherhood can be. I started to catch on during pregnancy, but after starting this blog with Charlotte, meeting other parents, and thinking a lot about my experience as a parent, I wish someone would have told me about the insecurities that come along with parenting. I also wish someone would have told me that no amount of people saying “don’t worry about it” will make those insecurities go away.
Most of my personal insecurities gravitate towards my son’s weight (why is he so skinny! Do I not feed him enough? Am I not feeding him the right foods? Should I have not given him that peanut butter? Surely those bugs he ate will pack on some ounces!) our financial status (if I was working we would have better health insurance, if I was working we would be able to travel more, am I doing him a social and educational disservice having him at home all the time with just me instead of spending his days surrounded by friends?) and his social interactions (Is he too shy? Do I not engage him enough? Does he play by himself too much? Why is he unable to play by himself? Does he not babble enough?).
I am terrified by the judgements that come with motherhood and the insecurities that can come as a result of that fear. As mothers and fathers our faults or missteps are often pointed out, but our parenting accomplishments are rarely celebrated or showcased.
So what am I doing to combat this? Since that slow, windy drive with Charlotte, I have decided that for every insecure thought I have, I am going to replace it with a positive. For example - when I am out, and see that cute little 4 month old baby that I don’t know babbling away in their stroller, I am going to remind myself about our mornings before we get out of bed. The mornings where he says, “Done, done, done, all done, all done, done, done,” until we schlep ourselves out of our wonderfully warm, cozy, snuggly bed and take him out into the living room to cause chaos and chase down the cats - only to get THIS CLOSE to them and in his schrill little scream say, “HI TAT!!!!!!!” Every time I worry about The Beast being too skinny, I am going to follow that thought up with a reminder of the whole banana, scrambled egg with spinach, handful of Cheerios, and 9 ounces of milk he had for breakfast.
Maybe this is all just me though, maybe I am just overly sensitive? Please tell me I am not alone in this!