I’m that mom. That one phrase just sent a million mom stereotypes through your mind. I’m the juicebox mom, the tv time mom, the that-cracker-has-been-on-the-ground-since-breakfast-but-go-ahead-eat-it mom, but I am also a mom who loves her some with my whole heart. For my first child I have been told that my parenting is a bit relaxed but that’s how I was raised. I grew up drinking juice while glued to Scooby Doo, and probably sticking things in my mouth that I should’ve kept out but honey, a little dirt never hurt anyone.
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Dressing A Modern Day Gentleman | Small Shop Fashion Finds For Your Toddler
Disclaimer: Some items in this blog post were gifted in exchange for promotion if I truly liked them. All thoughts and opinions are my own.
As a boy mom you have limited options when it comes to finding trendy and cute clothing for your child. With girls you have tutus, dresses, floral rompers… everything, but it isn’t like that for boys. You have to strategically plan an outfit. After Joshua was born I realized how hard it was for me to find small shops that cater to our style. That is why I put this post together! Hope y’all enjoy and be sure to check out each of these awesome shops!
Shops Featured: Purllamb, Bird Rock Baby, Crazy Baby Clothing, and RiverBabe Threads
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Dealing With Mom Guilt | My Personal Struggle With Mom Guilt As A Stay At Home Mom
It has been one year since I held my son for the first time and the mom guilt is beginning to sink in. I feel guilty for feelings and situations that I had no control over. I was robbed of the first six months of my son’s life, the squishy stage as I like to call it. Those months are all a blur to me and it hurts. It hurts only having pictures and stories of my son’s birth but very little memory of what happened while I was in the hospital. It hurts not remembering the first time he rolled over. It hurts only remembering the pain and exhaustion that overtook my body those first months. It hurts seeing the pictures and how much he has grown but only recalling memories from six months old until now, and even in that time frame some memories are a blur.
If you were to ask me about those first months of my sons life I would describe them in these four words, angry, frustrated, scared, and tired.
