The Sweetest Mother's Day Gift!

I can clearly remember the day we brought home our second baby. My son, just over two years old, was unsure of his new sister. He was very clingy with Mom, but he also knew that suddenly he had newfound freedom. No longer was Mommy able to jump up and catch him before he did something destructive. With baby sister on the boob every few hours, he had a few seconds head-start now on whatever mischief he wanted to get into. As the tamest of my three kids, he actually wasn’t too bad. (Except that one day he found a black Sharpie, waved in my face while I was breastfeeding, and took off, cackling. That wasn’t a good day.)

Angela, creative force behind the hilarious Instagram account mommywinetime, and mom to a newborn named Joseph and 2-year-old named Vince, is currently living this life. And a recent Instagram post—complete with a photo of her breastfeeding Joseph while a toy train is stuck hanging from her hair—encompasses motherhood better than anything I’ve seen in a while. If you’ve been a mommy to a baby and toddler, especially if either has been a boy, you know that both feeding and Thomas the Train encompass a large part of your day. Every day.

Angela’s post reads: “Maternity leave day eleven. ‘I sorry, Mama,’ my two year old said as Thomas’ wheels spin and tangle in my ponytail. ‘Stuck.’ He was so right. Thomas was stuck. I have a breastfeeding newborn on me as I sit on the floor trying to play trucks with my son. It didn’t feel good. I knew it would need to be cut out of my hair.”

Because as mothers, we can’t have nice things. Not even hair.

In her post, she admits that in that moment, she “wanted to say many things.” Instead she said, “It’s ok, buddy. We will get him out.” She then goes on to share, “We are all trying to get used to the new normal at our house.” 

This lesson is an important one for Mom and son. I remember my son’s confusion about who this new tiny person was that took up so much of Mommy’s time—time that used to be devoted to him. I remember his frustration when his precious reading time would be cut short by his crying little sister. Or when we’d have to pull over in the middle of running errands so I could nurse her, and he’d have to entertain himself in the car for an extra half hour. It’s an adjustment for everyone, and everyone has to make sacrifices, even if one of those sacrifices is your current hairstyle.

Angela ends her post by saying, “My son needs to know that mistakes happen and how we react to those mistakes shapes our little ones. That is why I am still smiling. He apologized, so I guess I’m doing something right… Time to call my stylist! #thomasthetrain#toddlers #hairstyle #maternityleave#whattoexpect

So maybe the silver lining is Mommy might get a few hours to herself later on this week at the hair salon! And for that, she can say thanks to her toddler! And to Thomas the Train. 

 

Maternity leave day eleven. “I sorry, Mama,” my two year old said as Thomas’ wheels spin and tangle in my ponytail. “Stuck.” He was so right. Thomas was stuck. I have a breastfeeding newborn on me as I sit on the floor trying to play trucks with my son. It didn’t feel good. I knew it would need to be cut out of my hair. In that moment, I wanted to say many things. Instead I said, “It’s ok, buddy. We will get him out.” We are all trying to get used to the new normal at our house. My son needs to know that mistakes happen and how we react to those mistakes shape our little ones. That is why I am still smiling. He apologized, so I guess I’m doing something right… Time to call my stylist! #thomasthetrain #toddlers #hairstyle #maternityleave #whattoexpect

A post shared by Mommy’s Wine Time (@mommywinetime) on

So God Made a Grandmother book by Leslie Means

If you liked this, you'll love our book, SO GOD MADE A GRANDMA

Order Now!

Karen Johnson

Karen Johnson is a freelance writer who is known on social media as The 21st Century SAHM. She is an assistant editor at Sammiches and Psych Meds, staff writer and social media manager for Scary Mommy, and is the author of I Brushed My Hair Today, A Mom Journal for Mostly Together Moms. Follow Karen on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/21stcenturysahm/, Twitter https://twitter.com/21stcenturysahm , and Instagram https://www.instagram.com/the21stcenturysahm/

Robotics Kids Are Building More than You Can See

In: Kids
Robotics kid watching competition

These robotics kids are going to shape our future. I think this every time I watch an elementary, middle school, or high school competition. My thoughts go back many years to when my middle child, who was six at the time, went with my husband to the high school robotics shop. They were only stopping in briefly to pick up some engineering kits, but my child quickly became captivated by what the “big kids” were doing. He stood quietly watching until one student walked over and asked if he would like to see what they were working on. My son,...

Keep Reading

Foster Care Kids Are Worth Fighting for

In: Kids
Hand holding young child's hand

Sometimes foster care looks like bringing a child from a hard place into your home. Sometimes it looks like sitting at a ball field with a former foster love’s mom and being her village. He’s the one who has brought me to my knees more times than my own children. He’s the one I lie awake at night thinking about. He’s the one I beg the father to protect. He’s the one who makes me want to get in the trenches over and over again. It’s our Bubba. So much of the story is not mine to tell, but the...

Keep Reading

We Aren’t Holding Her Back—We’re Giving Her More Time

In: Kids
Child writing on preschool paper

When we decided to give our preschooler another year before kindergarten, I thought the hardest part would be explaining it to other people. I was wrong. The hardest part was the afternoon her teacher asked to talk. In that split second in the pick-up line, my heart sank. I assumed the worst. I braced myself for a conversation about behavior, about something we had somehow missed, about whether her strong personality was causing problems. Instead, it became the moment that confirmed what we already knew. We were not holding her back. We were giving her time. Our daughter is bright....

Keep Reading

A Life Lived Differently Is Not a Life Less Lived

In: Kids
Little boy running in field

My life changed on that beautiful autumn day. The thing is, nothing really happened. Not really. My life kind of went on as usual. A fly on the wall might even say it was a great day. I brought my 3-year-old son to an animal farm for a Halloween event. He was quirky as usual and a bit ornery that day. Aloof. “Come feed the baby animals,” I pleaded. No, thank you. Crowds of excited children? Absolutely not. Buckets of candy? You can keep them. My heart ached watching my beautiful, blonde-haired boy wander into a field alone, away from...

Keep Reading

Enjoy the Ride, Kid

In: Kids
Two people running up from the water at the beach

Last night I watched an episode of Shrinking. If you haven’t jumped into the series yet, it’s one of those that hits the heart hard- at least for me. The episode centered on the birth of a baby, while one of the characters grappled with the closing years of life. Spoiler alert: as the elder of the group cradled this new life in his arms, bridging generations across the hospital room, the moment of realization of how fast life goes hit like a ton of bricks. “Enjoy the ride, kid.” The final words of this episode are sitting with me,...

Keep Reading

Mommy, Will You Play With Me?

In: Kids, Motherhood
Boy sitting in middle of toys smiling

With four kids at three different schools, our days are full. Between sports practices, music lessons, clubs, rehearsals, games, meets, and playdates, it feels like we’re constantly heading somewhere. I love that my children are involved in activities, but occasionally, it’s nice to have some downtime. When I get a text or email that a practice has been canceled, it’s usually a huge relief. Last week, after-school sports were cancelled due to heavy rain. When I picked up my youngest son from school, I told him we’d be going straight home for the rest of the afternoon. He looked surprised....

Keep Reading

Could We Take a Page from the ’80s and Stop Overparenting?

In: Kids, Motherhood

I have a confession: Yesterday I let my 11-year-old play with fire. Like literally. We live in the country, there is still wet snow on the ground, and he’s done it with his dad at least 20 times. But yesterday was the fifth consecutive day of no school, and probably the twentieth consecutive day of him asking to have a small fire without dad. Part of me did it out of laziness. Part of me did it out of selfishness. And part of me did it out of nostalgia. Here’s the thing—when I was 11, I was already babysitting (like...

Keep Reading

A Big Brother Is His Little Sister’s First Friend

In: Kids
Big brother and little sister smiling at each other

He doesn’t remember the day she came home.But she has never known a world without him. From the beginning, he was there first. The first to reach for her hand. The first to explain the rules. The first to decide what was fair and what absolutely was not. He didn’t know he was being assigned a role. He just stepped into it. Big brother. She followed him everywhere. Into rooms she technically wasn’t invited into. Into games she didn’t fully understand. Into stories she insisted on hearing again and again. She wanted to do what he did, say what he...

Keep Reading

7 Is the Bridge Between Little and Big Kid

In: Kids
Girl sitting in front of dollhouse

I was in the middle of the post-holiday clean-up chaos when something hit me. My oldest daughter is seven, and while it feels like an age that doesn’t get talked about much, it really is turning out to be such a sweet spot. It hit me as we were redesigning her room. A change that occurred when she broke my mama-heart a few weeks prior by saying she didn’t think she wanted a princess room anymore. While everything in me wanted to try to convince her to keep it, stay small and sweet just a little longer, I knew I...

Keep Reading

So God Made a Gymnast

In: Kids
Young gymnast on balance beam

God made a gymnast with fearless grace, strength in her heart, and a fire in her spirit. He molded her courage, steady and true, and quietly whispered, “We believe in you.” He taught her balance when life feels chaotic and messy, to leap into her faith and stick each landing just right. When she stumbles, He is always right there to help her rise back up with faith in her soul and a spark in her eyes. Each floor routine with the grace of a swan; each move is a dream, all built on dedication and grit. God made her...

Keep Reading