Dear SUV-driving stranger that parked beside my car yesterday morning,
I know that sometimes it is hard to find a parking spot. Trust me, I do. For instance, yesterday morning, I had to park on the outer edge of the parking lot and walk a good 5 minutes with my heavy 6 month old in her bucket seat and tantrum-prone toddler instead of right beside the medical clinic because, well, there were no more parking spots right next to the clinic. So you see, I totally understand that when you find a spot, you take it. However, it would be nice in the future, if you could just park a liiiiiiiiitle further away from my car because, quite frankly, it was hard as heck getting my toddler into his seat in the minimal space that was left once I opened my car door. It was also hard as heck getting enough of my arms inside of the car to manage to buckle him up. I also wanted you to know, dear driver, that I made sure to keep my fingers between my car door and yours just to make sure that you very lovely SUV didn’t get dented. I cannot, however, guarantee that I will be able to safeguard the bump-free surface of your vehicle when my kids are old enough to open their doors all by themselves.
The mama who had two kids to juggle and a tiny space to juggle them in
a couple of nights ago, after battling it out with my infant daughter to get her to fall back asleep for over an hour and a half, I decided to hang out in my living room with my iPad to pass the time as I waited for her to wake up for the umpteenth time in a minimal time frame. To be quite frank, I was past the zombie-tired stage and was wondering how I was even still standing (truth be told, I was sitting, but hey, what difference does it make?). As I was looking through the photos of my kids on my iPad and deciding which ones I would upload to my Google+ page, I noticed that there was an icon that allowed me to upload them directly to a Flickr account. I thought it was the best idea ever so I prepared myself to create a Yahoo address to get the job done. I was stoked until I saw that I had to insert a mobile phone number that would be used in case I forgot my password (emphasis on had to). Let me tell you, dear Yahoo, that I do not own a cell phone. I’m sure there are others that
live in the Stone Age that choose not to have one like me. You probably don’t care that I won’t be a Flickr user, but I wanted to let you know that I will be staying with Google+.
The mama who doesn’t own, want or need a cell phone (and who can remember her passwords like a big girl all on her own *gasp*)
I know that you care for the well-being of the kids that come through your office. Really, I do. I also know that you are swamped in paperwork, an ever-rising workload and are likely feeling more and more unappreciated by parents who are frustrated with the healthcare system. However, it would be nice (like really nice) if you could update your knowledge of introduction of solids just a liiiiiitle bit. I was, to be honest, a bit disheartened when, upon mentioning that we were doing baby-led weaning with Amélie, that you had absolutely no idea what I was talking about (it was apparent when you concluded that it meant I was doing veggies and fruits with my baby girl). I was equally disheartened when you ignored the fact that my daughter was exclusively breastfed for 6 months before any solid food got into her mouth (instead of getting rice cereal as early as 3 months as seems to be the custom here) while looking at her curve and telling me that I had to give her iron-fortified cereal and veggie purees twice a day because she had dropped (barely) under her growth curve. Perhaps, even, if you don’t have time to read the new research that is starting to show that the only foods that are off limits until the age of one are fresh milk, egg whites and honey, you could at least keep an open mind when I tell you about the variety of foods that my daughter has had (including cooked egg yolks, avocado and toast strips).
the mama who has successfully raised a two year old who is an awesome eater and is attempting to do the same with her 6 month old daughter
Dear itsy bitsy spider,
I’m so sorry that, upon reading a story to my toddler that included a dog who was afraid of a spider, I giggled like crazy and concluded with my son that the doggy was silly to be afraid of spider. I’m sorry that, I told him how unscary spiders were because they were so much smaller than us humans. When I saw you this morning, squashed between the nimble fingers of my triumphant toddler (“look mama, a spider!!!!!!”) I was very sad that my desire for my son to remain unafraid of your kind resulted in your death. I promise that the next lesson will be that we must be gentle with spiders. May you rest in peace.
the mama who didn’t want her toddler to be afraid of spiders