The Next Chapter


I am moving on. I have left the only industry I have ever known to find a more fulfilling and meaningful parenting experience. Like I mentioned in my previous posts, I was heavily involved in the nanny industry for a greater portion of my life. It was my life. I loved helping people, finding them the highest quality in childcare and working with nannies who like me, loved children. But it was becoming something that I had not enjoyed. The families were ‘working the system’, not paying on time and that is if they paid at all! I was working so hard for people who genuinely didn’t care about my efforts and didn’t feel I was merited payment for my efforts. I knew my life was worth more than constantly feeling like shit. It was a never-ending rat race and I didn’t have my running shoes.

Once I sold off my business and moved closer to family, I just sort of fell into writing children’s books. Over the summer I started writing a story about a little boy who has a super hero for a mom. It is titled “Have No Fear, Mommy Is Here!” I just did it for fun. I used to make books when I was a nanny.  Then one day I was reflecting on my nanny career and remembered a time when I was nannying and the six-year-old I was caring for asked me why someone had two daddies. So I took that experience of giving him the right words, to absorb at his little age and starting writing “Addie has Two Daddies”.

For the last six weeks I have been trying to get publishers interested. I copyrighted the title along with the book and sent the manuscript off to an editor. One publisher said “We feel, the content and subject matter of the book is not a compliment to our company.” Thanks but no thanks, jerk. Just admit it…you dont want to represent a book that talks about a unconvential family. Another publisher loved it but they wanted me to pay $7,900 plus an illustrator. I felt that arrangement was quite backwards.

I understand getting published is not easy. I am reading a how -to- guide on making EBooks. My plan is to make the book into an EBook (Once I have a dedicated illustrator) and then make the book into an apple app followed by hardback once I get enough buzz. I know people and have made amazing connections through out the years. I know once this book is released, it’s going to blow up! Sure this sounds pompous of me to say but I am passionate about this book. I honestly feel its going to reach the right people and things will fall into place. It always does. Life has a funny way of working for itself.

So I continue to work, reach out to “power gays”, use Facebook and all social media, read blogs and read ‘how to’ guides to make this book a reality. I am so excited about this book and having you all read it.

Until then, I’m absorbing all I can, reading, studying, learning, watching; as I write the next chapter in The Chronicles of Motherhood.

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The Mompetition


I love my child. She makes me proud each and everyday. When she “gets it”, says a new sentence, recognizes a letter, tells me a stop sign is an octagon, or tells me that cookie and cat both make the “ca” sound…yeah I turn to much on the inside. I work with her a lot and believe she is my investment. If I want her to grow and prosper…I gotta water her brain. With knowledge.

When Ella Grace walked early, (at nine months) I was just over the moon. I think she is pretty awesome. But does early walking equal a full ride at Stanford..or Yale? Not really, according the Medical Journal of pediatrics, ‘ A child who walks before the age of one is of no indicator of IQ or academic success later in life.’  Boom.

A few days ago, I posted a picture of my  2 year old daughter on my personal Facebook page, completing a 24 piece puzzle. We complete this “Little Mermaid” puzzle 3-4 times a day. Its her favorite. I was happy and proud the first time she did it 100% on her own. Within seven minutes, I received comments {from whom I wont say} about how their child who completed 24 piece puzzles at the age of 18 months. Another person said her daughter was doing 100 piece puzzles at the age of 18 months and now, at  five years old, completes 1000 piece puzzles. {Groan} Am I jealous? Not in the slightest. Because I think you’re bullshit.

Two days before that, My cousin posted on facebook about her 64 pound weight loss success after having her second child. She is proud of herself and I am proud of her too, after all, my cousin has Poly cystic ovarian syndrome, which causes uncontrollable weight gain and considering her medical condition, losing that much weight is a huge accomplishment. The same Mom with the “genius 1000 puzzle piece assembler”, posted a comment on my cousin’s facebook, telling everyone of how she {the mompetitor} lost all her baby weight in less than four weeks. Mind you, this person only gained twenty pounds in her pregnancy (she bragged about that on facebook too) and was posting pictures of herself on facebook, barely dressed for all the world to see how skinny she was after being pregnant. Am I jealous? Not in the slightest. Because I think you’re bullshit. Again.

And there you have it,

The Mompetition.

My proud moment for my daughter was ruined by the feeling of inadequacy. Should my two year old child be doing 100 piece puzzles? Is she behind? Am I not doing enough? The answer is No. The problem doesn’t start with me; but with them. Because in actuality, in order for a “Mompeditior” to begin ‘The Mommy Olympics’ there must be a feeling of inadequacy and insecurities within them. To boast, compete and “one up” only means you have a sense of inadequacy within yourself.

According to the Association of Education for the Young Child: [summary] the parent who sets forth unrealistic expectations on to their child establishes a foundation of inadequacy to be carried all through the child’s life. The child may not read when the others do, so the mother “fibs”, boasts and “one ups”  to other Moms about her childs reading capabilities. The Mother forces the child into unrealistic expectations and begins to force the child into concepts that their brain isn’t old enough to grasp. Not fair for the child… They just want to play and maybe do a puzzle or two. By the time the child reaches teen age years and (year after year) of not being good enough in the eyes of their parent, and with all that academic stress, the child gives up, rebels and well,…the rest is history.

“My daughter was reading chapter books in Pre K”.  Good for you, do you want a cookie? Guess what, you’re full of it. Shit, that is.

Is this the time we live in? That our child’s accomplishments are the base of self worth and acceptance? I know I am a good mother to my daughter. I don’t, however, validate my self worth based on how many times I take my child to Disneyland before her fifth birthday, how many puzzles she can finish in an hour, how much baby weight I lost before my six week PP check up, how often my husband buys me lavish gifts, what brand of clothing my daughter is wearing or how much money we spend on our daughter at Christmas.  I know we have a good life and “things” do not validate me as a person.

Let’s look at the brain of a child: 83% of all brain development happens before the age of four. The corpus callosum is a major vessel in a child’s development. It’s job is to bridge the messages between the left and right side of the brain. Once fully formed children will be able to do simple tasks such as tieing shoes, hopping on one foot and other things like reading. The corpus callosum is not fully devolpted until age 6 1/2 to 7. In very rare cases, children develop early and they are able to read early. (rare cases..very rare, 4% rare.) However, according to the Journal of Pediatrics, in 93% of the cases studied in children from ages 4 to 6, children were not able to fully read and were merely memorizing the words along with pictures. A photographic memory if you will. There is also zero scientific evidence that indicate early reading will have an indicator to a child getting into an Ivy league college. While reading is a form of memorization, if you put the same word or sentence in a different setting, will the child still be able to read it? If not, your child is not actually “reading”. Like that “Your baby can read” infomercial; The theory has been debunked and guess what.. your baby cannot read.

In college, my professor mentioned how important the power of play is. “Children learn more through play than any other academic setting”, she would say. Do you remember the often odd child who was always so brilliant yet had zero social skills? What good is smarts if you can’t utilize them because of a social anxiety or you never learned how to socialize? The unsocial/exceptionally brilliant child is a prime example of a child born to a “Mompeditior”. Rather than playing with other children, doing art, getting dirty and doing age appropriate activities, this child was inside, sitting and getting drilled on stalactites and the geometric grid at the age of 5. For what? So the parents could have bragging rights?

It was said Albert Einstein never tied his own shoes. He didn’t know how and wore slip ons. Did this make him dumb? Apparently not, folks.

In closing, I will quote this line from my favorite mommy blog, Scary Mommy. “Motherhood isn’t a competition, The only ones who lose are those who race the fastest.”

Disclaimer: The studies mentioned in this post are paraphrased and not actually copied verbatim from the website stated. The opinions expressed in this blog are based on the studies and their findings.

Mothers Intuition and Five Other Things Men Don’t Get


  1. Mothers Intuition We all have it. Men, specifically, Dads don’t have this sixth sense. The cough that wakes you up out of a dead sleep, the cry that tells you your baby needs to nurse, the phone call to the advice nurse because your baby isn’t feeling well, etc. etc. For three months now, I have been working with my daughter on her verbal skills. We do a lot of creative play in the mornings (we call it “school”) to help with her communication. I also taught her 50-75 signs, which has been very helpful in determining her needs, wants, concerns and feelings. My daughter just wasn’t progressing, even with all the work I have been doing. I finally buckled down and asked our pediatrician for a speech evaluation, against my husband suggestions who thought our daughters speech delay was a result of the use of sign language. Within 25 minutes of this speech assessment, I saw the phrase, “Child has significant speech delay”, followed by some other words but I can’t remember them. I was focused on these five words. I knew it, it wasn’t just me being a paranoid Mom. My mother’s intuition was right, Our daughter needs assistance with her speech. (The speech therapist actually commented on how well my daughter signs and told me to keep it up as sign language is an avenue for communication, not a crutch as my husband suggested.)
  2. Pregnancy: I am pregnant. I want food. Don’t take a bite of my fucking food! When I was pregnant, I was so consumed with nutrition that I would cry if I threw up (gotta love 23 weeks of morning, noon and night sickness) and I would burst into tears if my husband took a bite of my sandwich. I was on a mission to feed my child, I had 40 weeks to put as much vitamins in my body as possible and this fucker just took a bite of my sandwich. My husband just could not understand why I would be so emotional about him taking bites of my food. Maybe its animal instinct in me, maybe I was a nutrition nut…who knows. But next time I am pregnant, back up and away from my plate. I WILL bite your hand. Consider this a warning.
  3. Childbirth with an Episiotomy: What a beautiful word, right? Doesn’t it just sound so warm and cozy? NOT! I would love for men to experience one, just one. During the birth of my daughter, I was lucky enough to get a stage 4. Yes, that is pretty much the worst of the worst. 23 hours of hard labor, I was given every drug in the hospital and then had my under carriage cut from there to there. Men have NO idea what kind of pain is involved in this. They especially feel awesome when you are sitting 90% of the time after you give birth. I would love for men to have just one, just to experience internal stitches and how great it feels to heal after pushing a watermelon out of something the size of a grape.
  4. Why I Cannot go to bed without checking on our baby, just one more time: He thinks I am insane, but for some reason, I cannot go to bed at night without checking on our daughter just one last time. I go in every night, look over the rail on her bed, brush the hair out of her face with my fingers, get her “favorite Ny-Ny” and place it next to her face, tuck her back under her blankets, check her rails on her big girl bed- make sure they are secure, check her window make sure it’s locked and then once I feel good about it, I leave the room. Its like a nightly ritual. My Mommy friends say they do the same thing.
  5. Acne: Men always get the long eye lashes, the fast metabolism and the most beautiful skin. Today my daughter said “Momma Boo Boo”. No honey, its not a boo boo, its a humongous zit that now has its own zip code. You know its a whopper when a two year old notices it. Here I was thinking it would magiclally disapear because I’m pushing 30 and no. God hates me. I must suffer my whole life. Thanks genetics!
  6. The feeling of solitude I get from knowing my daughter ate her whole plate of food: Its like the biggest complement when my daughter eats my cooking, well, lets face it, it’s not the best. It often sucks. I will admit that! But this Mommy can bake her ass off, and my peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are the bomb! So when my daughter eats a full dinner and her belly looks like Pooh’s, yes, I am a happy camper.

So Moms, what are your five wishes that men could endure? Am I forgetting anything?

 

A Motherhood Fantasy


The Scene: The white picked fence, the big beautiful house that looks like a pottery barn magazine, the cute little dog, the loving husband that dotes on your every move and the beautiful-happy baby on your arm that sleeps all night. You’ve showered, you feel great. The wind is blowing through your newly styled hair and your make up was freshly applied. Smile!

YEAH RIGHT! This is reality.

No make up, I’m in my yoga pants, I dont match, and a Pedicure? What the F is that? I dont remember if I brushed my teeth today, I gave the dog away two weeks ago, my husband works well into the evening (typical corporate America) and my baby (along with myself) have been up since 5:46am, or was it 5:42? Ahh, who cares, both are early and I wanted at least another hour of sleep this morning. I am tired. Sounds typical right? But is this what I signed up for? Here I was thinking I would have all this time; afterall, I only have one child and I am a SAHM. But the truth is, Motherhood is something you dont and cant prepare for and you don’t know until you are already in it.

I was a former celebrity nanny with over a decade of experience in the nanny industry, owned a Nanny Placement Agency for five years, worked as a infant sleep coach for three + years, worked with over 50 sets of twins, was a Postpartum Doula, studied lactation, worked in a preschool and vigarisley studied Child development with the big dogs of the Unviersity. You’d think that someone like myself would have a gentle ease into motherhood. I wish…..

The Truth: I wanted a baby so bad. We wanted a baby. Everyone I knew had a baby. My husband and I had been together for five years when the time was right. Our love was strong and our friendship was even stronger. We felt we could afford all the things that went with a baby. (Let’s face it, kids are NOT cheap!) We had it all planned, he would work, I would stay home, my grandma lived four blocks away so she could watch the baby a few times a week and I could still run my nanny agency. So we started trying…. and we waited. waited. waited. waited. Every month was a no. Was something wrong with me? I went to the OB and yep, I had endometriosis. A condition that creates very painful scar tissue in the uterus. My OBGYN confirmed it would be hard to conceive. The chances of naturally having a baby at this point were nill to none. Was not going to happen. I thought I was broken. She suggested I start to “prep my body” for what was to come. Scar Tissue Removal Surgery, IVF treatments, hormone shots… everything. My OB also suggested I start doing acupuncture. I did one cycle on it and then we moved.

My husband got a promotion and with this news came a move to Southern California. We were excited! Our plan was to get settled into our new house and wait a few months and then we would focus on having a baby. We were in temp housing, waiting for our new house to close when I was just not feeling right. I was so hungry, I was tired, my lower back hurt, I had cramps, I wanted fruit all day and I even cried because I wanted a hamburger so bad. So not like me. I was 4 days ate with my cycle, and that thing was like clockwork every month. I had to get a few things at Target and as I walked by the pregnancy tests, I thoight to myself, “Jessica, its not pregnancy…youre being crazy.” I out the test in my basket.  I took it and it was positive. I remember looking at that stick with such shock.  It was a miracle and I felt so blessed. I was so in shock that I hid the test. I didn’t want to tell my husband (for reasons I really can’t remember) I came out of our bedroom and tears were running down my face and I couldn’t stop smiling. My husband asks, “What is wrong with you?” I broke down…

“I took a pregnancy test and it was positive! Its positive!” I told him. We hugged, laughed and cried. Together. It was so surreal. Our lives changed in an instant.

Nine months and 23 hours of an induced labor later, I was a Mom.

And there she was. Eight pounds and one ounce of pure and utter perfection. The most beautiful baby I have ever seen. She was mine, forever and there was no turning back.  I had no idea what would face me once I got home from the hospital. Life would never be the same……

This is the Chronicles of Motherhood.

 

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