Happy Wednesday, my lovely readers! It’s time again for a new Sluiter Nation Recruit! Not sure what in the world a Recruit is? Check it out.
This week I am super excited to bring you one of my very first twitter friends, Julie of back to the basics. We are so much alike! We are both mommy’s to adorable little blond boys. We both LOVE to read (in fact, Julie frequently adds reviews to my book blog, Katie’s Bookcase). We both love our Canons.
Julie is an actual photographer though (I have the prints in my bedroom to prove it), and she is totally cute and pregnant with a little girl due in October.
I am so excited to have her here today. She is so sweet you may need a glass of milk to read this post!
I am so honored to be over here at Sluiter Nation today! I believe, if I remember correctly, I found Katie and her blog through Twitter, and then I started contributing to her book blog as well! Then, when she was added to The Red Dress Club blog, I started reading there, too! Miss Katie is so talented, but if you are here, you are already aware.
I am the proud momma of a way-too-curious, rambunctious, sweet, almost two year old boy, Brayden. If you were to look up the definition of a strong willed child, I am pretty sure his picture would be right next to it. You know, just as soon as I remember to send it in.
And for the most part, his will to be independent doesn’t bother me. But it’s the days where he is just absolutely trying to defy everything when I want to throw my hands up and quit. Those days are where I close my eyes, take a breath, and say “this is your calling. this is what you were put on this earth to do. it’s not the end of the world.” Of course, in the time is takes to do that little mantra, Brayden is on to the next thing- but you get the general idea.
Motherhood was always something I wanted. Before my husband and I were even married, we talked about having kids. We just knew we wanted a family. When the time came, we were thrilled when pregnancy came quickly for us, and couldn’t wait for our little blessing to arrive.
But no one told me how hard it would be, how the sleepless nights would change my relationship with my husband, how time consuming breast-feeding would be, or how I would have to eventually figure out how to discipline this child who thought he was smarter than me! No one told me how my view of the world would change once I had a child, how shows that used to interest me about child abuse would make my stomach hurt, how my own anxiety would affect me in those early months, and how many others I would meet either online or in real life that experienced the same thing. I never knew how much being a mother would make me feel like a part of something- a group of women whose love for their child is unconditional. It’s like being in a not-so-secret club of women who all know, for the most part, exactly what I am going through.