Everything is different in my life, and this 4th of July was no exception. I’m sure everything this year is going to be “different” because its my first year of Motherhood!
Let’s take a stroll down memory lane, past some recent 4th of July holidays, shall we? One could find Simona either at a ratchet cookout holding my red cup
s or watching the fireworks with a bae or my woes on a D.C. rooftop; or, like last year, at the monuments, which was super fun and romantic by the way. Well not this year – I have a baby who I refuse to subject to anyone’s turn up or fireworks, and taking him anywhere requires milk-pumping (which I hate – “but it’s for your kid!” – I know, blah blah) and packing a diaper bag . We couldn’t even enjoy the war zone that is Southeast D.C.’s fireworks. I ended up being super pissed about how loud they were, 95 percent convinced that there were gunshots mixed with the sounds of fire crackers — and if I had any kind of thug in me I would’ve gone out there and demanded they stopped their recklessness! But this is Southeast; I wasn’t in a position to test my gangsta. So I pulled my SMW close to me and covered his ears praying that the gunshot-crackers wouldn’t wake him up. In the second world I live in, the one in my mind, this is not what 4th of July is supposed to look like! To be fair, I didn’t do a great job at planning a day that could allow me to stop by a cookout nor did I do a good job at looking into any family/baby-friendly festivities to grace our presence. So there I was, on the couch, playing Tummy-time & Footphone (a game SMW’s godmother made up) with SMW, waiting for my pizza and wings to be delivered. Dominoes and Pizza Hut were closed , so I was stuck ordering from Pizza Day. What the hell is that? Their pizza sucked, and it’s probably because I ordered onion pizza. Why did I order onion pizza?
There was no sign of having anywhere to go to show off my recently purchased blue & white polka dot romper and for SMW to show off his “My 1st 4th of July” bib. I live for those ‘Firsts’ bibs. So while SMW was figuring out how to put his whole fist in his mouth, I was staring at him feeling bummed, annoyed and alone.
I can’t imagine anywhere I’d rather be than to be with SMW. Let me make that clear. But I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that everything is such an adjustment for me, and lately it’s becoming a “thing.” A moody thing. I did a bit of digging on my friend Googlenisha to see if my symptoms matched the Baby Blues (Post Partum Depression
). Ehh, nah I’m not there. This new mom gig is difficult for anyone, and having to adjust doesn’t necessarily equate to depression. For some it does, I totally understand it and I am here to be of support if you are going through that and you need someone to talk to =]. I mean that. PLEASE TALK TO SOMEONE.
It’s a balancing act, quite the tough one, to grow into my new normal but also keep an old part of my routine. Not because I’m desperately trying to hold on to my pre-mommy life, but simply because it’s all I have known and I’m trying to figure this new life out on my own. My name is Simona, and I don’t know how to ask for help. I’m a pretty optimistic girl (its one of my favorite qualities about myself *blush* ), so I’m always the ‘mind-over-matter, gotta look on the bright side and move on’ type. With that being said, I look at each part of my life, well the parts that I have some control over, and give my best to it. I attempt to keep my apartment clean, cozy, and full of love, life and Bath and Body Works candles (or TJ Maxx candles – they have some amazing candles for like FOUR BUCKS — #staywoke ). I do my best to provide SMW with very loving, fun and wholesome environments and experiences, even at the age of 3 months. He deserves it, and I don’t feel he should have to take the ‘L’ (loss) on anything. I am always researching and reading up on baby milestones, baby poop, baby toys, baby activities, all baby everything – just so I am well informed. I give my all into work, my family and friends. So as I watched the fireworks through the bedroom window, my own mental fireworks were going off! I think I realized, yet again, that life is different and so much is being demanded of me. I am constantly pouring out so much of my energy (mentally, physically and emotionally), and I wasn’t feeling replenished. So I strolled down the ‘If things were this way and that way, life would be better’ lane.
Ninety percent of the time, I realize how truly blessed I am and I’m super proud of me. Then there is that 10 percent. I continue to struggle with trying to complete the whole puzzle now, which leaves me frustrated, exhausted, extremely hard on myself, and feeling like I’m lacking or not doing my best. The truth is I am, doing my best that is, and I receive encouragement everyday from the people who matter. It means a lot to me when folks tell me I’m doing a great job. That’s my love language
: Words of Affirmation. I need to hear it, because sometimes I can’t see it and I can’t feel it. I have to be completely okay with where I am, what I have and what I don’t have.
I need to give myself a little more grace even with adjusting to my new normal. It’s okay to be bummed about missing out on an event, and I shouldn’t feel guilty or resentful about it. It’s okay for it to take a while to get used to changing 500 diapers a day and wiping drool of my work shirt as I dash to catch my train. I pat myself on the back for successfully dodging SMW peeing on me during diaper changes, keeping a genuine positive attitude, and working hard towards what I want in every aspect of my life: career, finances, romantic and parenting. What I did realize over the weekend is that working towards the goal shouldn’t be exhausting, even if I do feel that way 10 percent of the time. I need to look at the bigger picture. I don’t want to miss any moments trying to “get there.” Get where? Where is there?
“I can’t wait to get to the point where I have this Mom thing on lock.”
“I can’t wait to get to the point where I have the house I want!”
“I can’t wait to get married.”
“I can’t wait to get to the point where I can swipe my card anytime and anywhere.”
I’m always trying to “get somewhere,” and I forget that I’m actually having a really good time ‘Here’. Somewhere along the way, some of us thought ‘There’ would be filled with ideal situations. The recipe for ‘There’ is to get your college degree which will land you your dream job in your favorite buppie city where you’ll meet your gorgeous wife/husband and be featured on Munaluchi Bride. Not taking into account that a dash of networking and resume sending, a pinch of heartbreak and bad dates, a shake of unexpected hiccups and shots of rolling with and growing through the process will be required. And that’s the best part – that’s where the good stories are! Instead of working so hard on getting ‘There’, which is still important, I need to always recognize that ‘Here’ is very rewarding and very real. ‘Here’ is full of good friends, cute surprises, an amazing work ethic, a happy spirit, and a fun-spirited new mom trying to figure this thing out! This should feel fulfilling because it is where and when you develop who you really are!
So maybe I didn’t get to watch the fireworks the way I would’ve liked, but it felt good to remember and realize that my life is full of pretty & colorful fireworks everyday! I hope you are doing a better job than me at giving yourself the grace you deserve. Pat yourself on the back, because I’m pretty you’re doing a fantastic job wherever you are in life =]
So tell me, which areas of your life do you not give yourself enough credit for doing an amazing job?!