Reality Check!

“You can’t expect life to be a Norman Rockwell painting”

This is what my mom said to me recently.

We were having a conversation around what we thought ‘family life’ would look like once a baby arrives…and what it does in reality.

I don’t know what she is talking about – this is EXACTLY what our holidays looked like growing up (ha!)

Anyway…I won’t get into the conversation, because despite what my hubbie might believe, I DO actually keep SOME things private (just not much!)

But I’ll tell you what you never see in the Rockwell paintings – BLOW OUTS!!

My word…those things really catch me off guard – even 3 months into this ‘motherhood’ game.

Last week I was out for a lovely walk with a friend, enjoying the new snow.  We stopped in to her house for some tea, and just as we sat down at the table, I heard a rumble that sounded like it should have been coming out of line-backer.  But, no, that noise came from my sweet Rya…and as I looked down, it wasn’t just noise.

It then dawned on me that I made not just one, but TWO rookie mom mistakes.  Not only did I not pack an extra outfit for her, I didn’t even pack any diapers.

WHAT?

What newborn mother forgets diapers?  This one!

And, while I would like to say that was the first time I’ve done that, it would be a lie (and I know it won’t be the last either!)

I would like to blame sleep deprivation, but that too, would be a lie, as Rya is pretty much sleeping through the night again.

“Blow-out on me once” shame on you, “blow-out on me twice“….( I can’t even think of that saying without seeing an image of George W fumbling through his speech).

Ah well, blow outs or not, Rockwell or not, I sure am enjoying being a mama!

One of my most favourite things…is when Rya wakes up in the morning, and after rubbing her eyes and grunting for awhile (she wakes up slow!)  her eyes focus, she sees me, and then gives the sweetest, most beautiful smile.  At that moment,when my heart is about to burst, I am so thankful for having the privilege of being Rya’s mama!

By the way mom, life *could* be a Rockwell painting…just depends on the painting! hehe

1 comment

Tracy Hull - November 29, 2010 - 1:45 am

Life is definitely like a Norman Rockwell painting. I have the porcelain plates to prove it…well, they are sitting piled up on the floor in a corner in a our junk room but there nonetheless! Enjoy the blowouts Erin…all part of the painting.

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