Growing up, March was for the most part, a magical month. I felt excitement and anticipation often counting how many times I would have to go to sleep and wake up before it was my birthday. My mother always made my birthdays special whether it was a big celebration with family and friends where streamers abounded or a small celebration complete with sparkly confetti, noise blowers and party hats.
But as I grew older birthdays began to lose some of their sparkle. Although I was thankful for them I struggled with the fact that I was getting older. Sure, becoming an “early mama” forced me to grow up rather quickly but I came to love my young mom status and eventually after finding my tribe — a group of moms in college raising their little ones just like me and years later, an amazing community via the internet, I realized that I was anything but alone in this.
As 30 approaches I’ve decided that the best thing I can do for myself is embrace it. Why resist what’s inevitable?
I’ve decided to open my eyes and my heart to the magic that will come with this new chapter in my life. I’ve decided to believe. I’m wiser than I ever was, and while I’ve still got a ways to go, I’m more confident in whom I am, lingering post pregnancy baby weight and all. And it is my belief that I will become even more confident in whom I am as a mother, a wife and a woman over the next decade (and beyond).
So in celebration of the next chapter in my story, I’m sharing 10 things I’m giving myself permission to do in my 30s:
In just a couple of weeks we will all be celebrating the fact that “spring has sprung.” Spring is one of the sweetest of the four seasons. It’s a time to celebrate new life. After the winter months have ended a season filled with blooming flowers, sunny skies and cute baby animals awaits. As a tribute to the season where the Easter bunny makes his appearance as May flowers are our reward for navigating and jumping puddles amidst the April showers, I wanted to share 22 sweet baby names inspired by spring!
Thanks to Disney for sponsoring this post and giving me the Minnie Mouse Clutch & Rattle Ball from Fisher-Price® for free.
This week has been the hardest week yet since my return to work. A shift occurred in our house, and suddenly Lola wasn’t the only one with a runny nose. I had one too. It’s an interesting dance she and I do whenever we are sick. Neither of us are ever in the same phase; it’s often me feeling at my worst when she’s on the mend. And being sick with a little one is anything but easy. Yes, the smiles and the laughter have the ability to remedy the cold blues, but they can also make for an even more exhausted mama.
In the 18 months that she’s been here with me, we’ve shared many things. Blueberries, Cheerios, and even a couple of colds. Long before her arrival, we had already shared so much. In those quiet moments when it was just the two of us, I often shared with her my innermost thoughts. She knew my dreams, my hopes and my fears. She knew that the idea of being a mama of two terrified me and filled my heart with immense joy all at the same time.
See, time had given us a chance to get really good at this sharing thing. But eventually, time also lent itself to the realization that some things aren’t shared so easily, particularly if you’re an 18-month-old.
Today, our present is filled with the word mine. “Mine,” she will say as her eyebrows burrow and her grip tightens. “Mine!”
Month 17 brought with it a host of changes. We started preparing for daycare and my return to work. We battled fevers and the morning dash and as it seems we are close to finding our stride another month has made its debut. Today my baby is officially 18-months-old. She’s on the move and making it known that she’s got a lot to say and as usual, just like all of the months before this one, she is filling our hearts and home with that extra helping of love and laughter that we never knew we needed until her arrival. Here are some favorite Instagram photos from month 17: