Yay! It’s Wednesday! Time for another blogger to be Recruited to Sluiter Nation! Don’t know what a Recruit is? Read all about it here.
Today I bring you Tonya, the beautiful blogging voice behind Letters for Lucas.
I am honored to call Tonya not just my bloggy friend, but also one of my roomies for BlogHer coming up in August.
Tonya is the mother of the the almost-two-years-old Lucas. She and I bond over being mommy’s to little boys. She says what I feel…only so much more eloquently.
I don’t like Babies-R-Us.
I try to avoid entering that store like it’s the plague.
There aren’t any locations very close to where I live, the customer service leaves a lot to be desired, it’s too big and entirely too bright for me.
It’s also extremely overwhelming.
I kind of lose my mind trying to figure out what’s what whenever I’m there, but it is the go-to baby supply store and it’s where EVERY expectant mother registers for baby-to-be gifts.
I registered there.
I pride myself on only having visited five times since Lucas was born.
One of those times was last week.
While on the hunt for a shower gift (what else?) and about to pull out my hair trying to find a specific baby gas relief medication and disposable bibs in a multi-sized pack, I suddenly found myself sobbing.
And this time, it wasn’t because of the confusing registry or not being able to find someone to help me.
scratch free mittens
I began walking aimlessly down the aisles and I remembered registering for my own baby shower.
I was filled with so much joy and excited anticipation.
tummy time pillows and mats
I became nostalgic as I skimmed over all the products for newborns and infants, all the tiny, soft, delicate little things and it hit me—we have a lot of these items at home, but we don’t need them anymore.
Lucas is no longer a baby.
He’s growing up.
He’ll be TWO in less than two weeks.
I still have a lot of joy and excited anticipation about what lies ahead, but I miss my baby.
I have another reason to hate Babies-R-Us.
She writes about leaving the house she loves, but has outgrown in The House that Built Me. This one hits home for me because I know eventually I will have to pack up and leave the house that built me as well.
She perfectly sums up a day in the life of a mom in On Any Given Day.
Again she strikes a familiar chord when she tells about how her son will grow up without her parents there to grandparent him him Mysterious Ways.
And she shows us a woman we have all been in Right on Ludington.