Happy New Year! 2018 was another successful year for Fairfield County Moms Blog! As a collaborative blog written by and for local moms, our primary focus is delivering valuable content to YOU, our mommy readers. This year our contributors opened themselves up and poured out their hearts, sharing personal parenting experiences and perspectives, as well as fun and creative things to do around town. In partnership with local businesses we were able to connect you to valuable information, products and services that are relevant to your lives.
Here is a list of our top 10 most viewed posts of 2018! Make sure to read the one’s you may have missed, reread the posts that you were able to connect with, and share the one’s you love!
“Now, when I take that first delicious sip of coffee in the morning, I don’t do it with my phone in my hand checking email. Instead, I look out my window to savor the experience. When I’m driving, I try to remember to sing along with at least one song, rather than anticipate the next five things I need to get done. I’m hoping that by putting an end to fake-resting, I will feel a weight lifted off my shoulder.”
“The first year is not the hardest. Not even a little. It’s the easiest, by a landslide. Maybe I’m just lucky, and my kids were unusually easy babies. Or maybe I’ve conveniently blocked out each of those first years and am remembering them through rose-colored glasses. Either way, I am thoroughly convinced that, “The first year is the hardest,” is just a platitude. What people really should be saying is, “Just wait…this is just the beginning.”
“Some new moms may worry – what if I don’t make it to the hospital and deliver my baby at home? This quickly became my reality. My husband delivered our third baby at home in our bed. It all happened so quickly. About 45 minutes from start to finish. We are truly so lucky and blessed that everything turned out alright.”
” plays music, she sets timers, she tells jokes, and if you are a parent to a child of 10 and under, you might have unfortunately discovered that she can even fart! But did you know that Alexa actually offers entertainment in the way of skills that are not bodily functions? If not, you are missing out on some great fun!”
“So, yes while my story is very upsetting, I will not be ashamed of it. Frankly, it is awful, but I will continue to honor him. I will also advocate for CHD awareness so that this maybe prevented for someone else. I will share my resources and continue to help my friends. This will not get me down. I know telling my story is not something that is contagious, it is something to create awareness.”
“But the more rational part of me saw the crack as a reminder to let faith in. Besides doctors and medicine, there is room for believing in something bigger, for making room for prayer and spirituality and even far-fetched stories about miracles. The act of replacing our mezuzah was an act of faith, and doing it felt good.”
“On my best days, I feel like Super Mom, doing crafts and hitting the playground in the morning and writing winning legal arguments in the afternoon while my kids play quietly in the next room. But on my worst days, when my kids don’t cooperate and my mom brain feels like extra-thick cottage cheese, I feel like a shell of the person I used to be. It’s as if I am wearing a neon sign on my forehead that says “wasted potential.”
“And then that day in the grocery store happened. The day I truly saw how much pride and love my son had for his baby brother and his super cool, bright colored casts. My three-year-old reminded me that though my child’s casts didn’t define him, they were still part of his story. His casts created conversation. They allowed me to relate to strangers and even family members who had gone through their own similar journeys, that prior to my baby, I knew nothing about.”
“One day ALL your kids will swim, and you can join me at the “big kid pool.” I will be the one in the lounge chair, probably with a drink in hand, and we can talk about the emotional drama and abusive manipulation that is having older children. Don’t worry I will wait for you. I will save you a lounge chair.”
“That fact is after a few tears and deep breaths, I realized that I don’t care what this person or others think about how I dress or whether I fit their definition of “in.” What I do care about is raising socially responsible children who are kind, caring, and compassionate individuals. I care that I am happy with who I am, with the type of person that I am modeling to my children, that my family is happy and that I leave people happier and feeling cared for.”