Disclaimer: I promised this wouldn’t turn into a “mommy blog” and I intend to keep it that way. This post will use the word “mom” a lot, and because of that I debated whether or not to share it here. I decided, yes, it applies, because it’s less about my daughter and more about how I prioritize life. That can apply to anyone, parent or not.
Not long after my daughter was born, I got an iPhone. Yes, I finally caved and joined the smart phone world. I’ll admit, it’s been nice. It’s so much easier to look things up, answer e-mails, etc, one-handed while holding a baby. Plus, Netflix kept me from going completely crazy during that first month of all-nighters.. However, the other day as I sat feeding my daughter and looking things up on my phone, I realized how easy it would be to fall into that pattern. As nice as the smart phone is, I don’t want to be that mom who’s staring at her phone all the time. I started thinking about reading. Digital books are nice and convenient, but I want to read physical, paper books now more than ever. I want my daughter to see me reading, not staring at a phone. That led me to the whole concept of leading by example. So much of my adult life has been defined by my career and my role as a wife. Entrance into motherhood seems like a good time to take another look at my life-priorities and how I spend my time. What traits do I want my daughter to see modeled in me and learn from me as she grows up? I grabbed a piece of paper (which was thankfully within arm’s reach) and started jotting down the kind of mom – the kind of person – that I want to be.
This is what our “nursery” looked like for a long time. We’re slowly chipping away at it. (Photo credit: wikimedia commons).
Now that we’re settled in a more permanent place, I have the task of sorting through all those boxes that have been collecting in storage over the years. The basic home-living type boxes were unpacked early and quickly. Those were fun to open – discovering items I’d forgotten that we own, since we hadn’t used them in so many years. I opened one box and discovered a set of bowls that I’d been missing ever since we moved to Boston. We found Nerf guns, stuffed animals, camping supplies, renaissance faire costumes… all that we hadn’t used in years. It was like Christmas!
Next we purchased some bookshelves off Craigslist and unpacked our many boxes of books. There were less surprises in those boxes, but it was nice to once again be able to see what we own and arrange them on our shelves, instead of keeping it all in storage.
It was 11:45 pm on a Friday night. My husband was already zonked out for the night, and I was just playing around on my computer. I finally pushed the keyboard away and headed to the bathroom with thoughts of getting ready for bed. I was literally halfway through the bathroom door when my phone rang.
This is where my husband and I go on Friday nights. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Now, you need to understand something. My husband and I have never been “party-on-a-Friday-night” kind of people. We’ll go out to dinner with friends or maybe catch a movie sometimes, but more often than not, Friday night sees us reading or doing work at Starbucks, or simply enjoying a quiet night at home. We like it that way. And we like going to bed at a decent hour.
It was not normal for someone to call me at 11:45 pm. Far from it. I knew the ringtone, though. It was the special ringtone that I reserve for two of my dearest friends. Continue reading