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The Middle Place

Posted on March 4, 2010 Written by Tonya

The Middle Place is Kelly Corrigan’s memoir of her fight with breast cancer as well as her father’s battle with prostate cancer.

My sister-in-law gave me this book for my birthday back in June, but I didn’t have a chance to read it until over the holidays. I LOVED this book and it has been on my mind ever since I put it down. I highly recommend it.

Aside from the tender and honest way Corrigan writes about her family, loss and personal battles, what I appreciated and related to most was her description of the “middle place”, the period between raising her own children and still being a child herself.

“It is one thing to be a man’s wife–quite another to be the mother of his children. In fact, once you become a mother, being a wife seems like a game you once played or a self-help book you were overly impressed with as a teenager that on second reading is puffy with common ideas. This was one of many things I had learned since crossing over into the middle place–that sliver of time when childhood and parenthood overlap. One day you’re cheering your daughter through a swimming lesson or giving her a pat for crossing the monkey bars or reminding her to say “please,” and the next, you’re bragging to your parents about your newest trick–a sweet potato recipe, a raise at work, a fix for your ant problem. It’s a giant Venn diagram where you are the only member of both sets.”

I shed more than a few tears reading this book and couldn’t help but think about my own middle place. Here I am, a new mother experiencing more joy and frustration than I probably ever have before in my life and I don’t have my parents here to share it with. They aren’t here to tell me I’m doing it all wrong or doing it all right. I don’t have them to consult, commiserate or argue with, bounce ideas off of, or ask them what they did with me when I was Lucas’ age.

Yet, I’m still in that middle place.

Just because I lost my parents, does that mean I stopped being a kid myself? A daughter? Hmmmm, now which one of you faithful Letters For Lucas readers is going to tackle that $25,000 question? It’s a hard one. Even at 35 I felt like their kid and then with their deaths I had to grow up…fast. I had big time adult decisions to make and a younger sister to care for and advise and a brand new marriage.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t need an “‘atta girl”, but validation is always nice, especially coming from your parents. No one can argue with that. They raised me well and I have to believe that they would be proud of me and the mother I am becoming.

My parents spirits push me forward and I do see them in my son. Becoming a mother made me realize how much they loved me and well, that has to be enough.

The best is yet to be.

Day 9/100

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Mommy To Mom To Mother

Posted on February 28, 2010 Written by Tonya

I am not a big fan of e-mail forwards. Don’t get me wrong, I have certainly sent my share, but over the years I have gotten WAY more selective. 97.5% of the ones I receive are anything but forward-able and are just downright annoying.

It seems as though there are millions of people with nothing better to do than abuse bandwidth by sending out chain letters, useless advice, bizarre warnings, jokes, cartoons, poems, photos, quotes, political statements and other junk. Thousands more are filling our unsuspecting e-mail boxes with unwanted advertisements as we speak. And those few forwards that are actually amusing or interesting continue to circulate like some incurable plague, finding their way to the same mailboxes over and over and over and over and over and over and over…

Today, I received a forward from my mommy friend, Kendra and it is worth sharing:

Real Mothers don’t eat quiche; they don’t have time to make it.
Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils are probably in the sandbox.
Real Mothers often have sticky floors, filthy ovens and happy kids.
Real Mothers know that dried play dough doesn’t come out of carpets.
Real Mothers don’t want to know what the vacuum just sucked up…
Real Mothers sometimes ask ‘Why me?’ and get their answer when a little voice says, ‘Because I love you best.’
Real Mothers know that a child’s growth is not measured by height or years or grade…it is marked by the progression of Mommy to Mom to Mother.

The Images of Mother. . . .
4 YEARS OF AGE – My Mommy can do anything!
8 YEARS OF AGE – My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!
12 YEARS OF AGE – My Mother doesn’t know everything!
14 YEARS OF AGE – My Mother? She wouldn’t have a clue.
16 YEARS OF AGE – Mother? She’s so five minutes ago.
18 YEARS OF AGE – That old woman? She’s way out of date!
25 YEARS OF AGE – Well, she might know a little bit about it!
35 YEARS OF AGE – Before we decide, let’s get Mom’s opinion.
45 YEARS OF AGE – Wonder what Mom would have thought about it?
65 YEARS OF AGE – Wish I could talk it over with Mom.

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure she carries, or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!

I, of course ignored the instructions at the bottom of the e-mail that said I should forward it to seven incredible mothers I know and instead choose to share it here.

The best is yet to be.

Day 5/100

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Thank You, Friends

Posted on February 1, 2010 Written by Tonya

“A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked.” – Bernanrd Meltzer

Watching the Grammys was a lot of fun last night and a great escape. It allowed me to clear my head a little and relax. In other words, it took my mind off of Cranial Technologies, the DOC Band, my son’s imperfect head, what other people think and the tough decisions that come with parenthood.

It also helped to discuss my dilemma/guilt/frustrations/sadness/shame with my friends today. Just talking about it made it real, easier to comfort and put it all into perspective. Where would I be without my friends?! Each and every one (four in all) I spoke to made me feel better about our situation and more important didn’t make me feel shallow or crazy. I’m not surprised, that’s the beauty of friends, isn’t it? 🙂 They lift us up when we are feeling down, share our heavy loads, make us take a good long look at ourselves when we most need to, and above all, love and care for us unconditionally. I am blessed to have such amazing women and all fellow mothers in my my corner and in my life.

I also sincerely appreciate the comments from my faithful blog readers to Saturday’s post.

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

The best is yet to be.

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Go With Confidence

Posted on January 27, 2010 Written by Tonya

“Whether you think you can or think you can’t, you’re right.” – Henry Ford

I believe that being a mom is largely a self-confidence game
. My (not-so-new) baby tests my wits constantly, just when I need them most. But the more confident I become, the less stressed I feel, the calmer Lucas is and the smoother things go all around us.

I read the following article by Colleen Moriarty in the Fall 2009/Winter 2010 issue of Mom & Baby (a spin off of Fit Pregnancy) magazine and her words ring true to me:

Gaining self confidence is important to becoming a mom, but being unsure isn’t all bad. “If uncertain feelings are creeping in, you’re taking your job as mom with a lot of responsibility,” says Yvonne Thomas, Ph.D., a psychologist in private practice in Los Angeles. “By recognizing the paramount effect you have for shaping your child’s personality, self-esteem and physical well-being, you’re taking the first step to being a great mom.”

Your baby already thinks you’re top-notch. The following 10 tips will help you believe it, too.

1. Act like a baby-care pro
To be more self-confident, begin by acting like it. Your baby will feel safer, calmer and happier as a result, and soon assuredness won’t be a guise as you get the hang of cleaning the umbilical cord, giving your baby a bath or maneuvering a wobbly little head through a shirt opening. “Take a cue from kindergarten teachers,” says Frances Xavier, M.D., a pediatrician at Gateway Medical Group in Anaheim, Calif. “Speak lower and slower to calm you both down.”

2. Don’t cave in to bad advice
“She needs cereal,” my parents and in-laws said every time my newborn daughter fussed. By six weeks, I was so dazed from night- time nursing and pressured by their certainty I was starving my daughter with breast milk that I almost gave her some rice cereal. But I decided to double-check with her pediatrician and, sure enough, their advice was 30 years outdated. Don’t relent when barraged with advice from people who act as if they know more than you do.

3. Overcome “bad mommy” syndrome
All moms feel inadequate at some point. “As Johnny was learning to sit up, I would sit with him constantly to make sure he didn’t fall and hit his head,” says Rebecca Zysk, 31, of Apopka, Fla. “One day I moved for one second to get a burp cloth, and down he went. I felt terrible.”

When you feel the guilt coming on, follow these guidelines: First, put your offense in perspective. Did you lock him in the closet, leave him in a hot, parked car? Of course not. Second, remind your too-critical inner voice that all kids—even babies—get hurt sometimes. Third, make a change that will prevent the problem—and guilt—next time. (Propping your baby in a U-shaped nursing pillow may prevent future falls.) Finally, put the incident where it belongs: in the past.

4. Lose the audience
When your baby is hard to calm, find a place to work it out in private. Not only will this get your child out of a stimulating environment, but it will also protect you from unsolicited advice. If relatives try to follow you, go into the bathroom and shut the door. (Even the nosiest know-it-alls won’t follow you there!) Then turn on the fan—the white noise may do the trick.

5. Be decisive
Tune into your gut feelings to make decisions quickly and confidently. Start small (regular or lavender baby wash?) and work up. Quickly “try on” your decision before finalizing. “See how you feel—relieved or rubbed the wrong way—and listen to yourself,” says Debra Condren, Ph.D., a clinical psychologist in New York. Once you choose, move on without second-guessing. “Keep reminding yourself: I’m top-dog expert here.”

6. Take notes
You may know the answers to all the pediatrician’s questions, from your baby’s age to her highest temperature, before you walked into his office, but suddenly you can barely remember your child’s name. Research shows that people under acute stress have difficulty retaining information in their short-term memories. So bring notes to every appointment with your pediatrician and jot down the doctor’s instructions while you’re there.

7. Don’t hide your emotions
It’s understandable to lose your calm after your baby has been on a crying jag for three hours or your toddler is throwing a tantrum. The surprise is, sometimes it’s good for your baby to see you upset, as long as it’s justified and doesn’t happen too often. As she grows, your child will look to you to learn how to handle emotions. When she sees you sad, scared, mad or frustrated, say what you’re thinking: “I was feeling sad, but I feel better now” or “That was scary. I’m glad we’re safe.” “Your child is going to run that ‘mommy tape’ in her head the rest of her life whenever she’s feeling emotional,” says Kathryn Oden, Ph.D., a neuropsychologist at Carson-Tahoe Hospital in Carson City, Nev. “She’s going to learn how to self-soothe from you.” Just dial back the drama if your baby starts to cry or look frightened.

8. Beware of competitive friends
Not even your mother-in-law can make you doubt yourself as much as that friend whose child does everything first. My friend’s daughter was walking when mine was still not crawling. The competitive friend is always doling out advice on how to get your baby to catch up and pointing out what you’re doing wrong. The best response? “We’re happy with Sam’s development.”

9. Take time for you
“Taking a mom’s day, hour or 15 minutes is required for good parenting,” psychologist Thomas says. “Parents need balance in their lives. If you don’t have time to replenish your soul and rejuvenate yourself, you’re not going to be at your best for your child. You’re going to be impatient, frustrated and ill-tempered.” Recharge your batteries with a quick bubble bath, listen to soothing music, do an exercise video. You’ll be a good role model for your child, showing her that taking care of yourself is a priority.

10. Be happy together
Spend as much undistracted time as you can with your baby, allowing yourself to be in the moment. Seeing your little one conquer a new milestone will remind you of the good job you’re doing.

Why are we so hard on ourselves sometimes? Some of these are harder to accomplish (believe) than others and some are so simple… With all of the guilt I have been feeling lately, I really appreciate #9 and I think #10 is pure genius. I’ll keep this list and refer back to it every now and then to make sure that I am being as confident as I can be.

The best is yet to be.

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The Most Important Job In The World

Posted on January 25, 2010 Written by Tonya

I have been reluctant to write about this, but it is time to come clean…

We have hired a nanny.

For the purposes of this blog, I will call her Angel, because in my eyes, that’s what she is to me. Angel helps me care for you for five hours a day, two days a week and she has been working with us for a month.

Whew, that wasn’t so hard.

Before you judge, (that’s my defensive, inner critic/guilty conscience speaking) I feel like a big fat loser/fraud/incompetent mother for having her. After all, I don’t work and since June my sole job has been to stay at home and raise you. I am proud of this role and have never been happier, but it’s the most challenging position I have ever held and I felt as if I was slowly losing myself before I admitted that I needed help. In short, I am a better mother because of Angel.

Ideally, stay at home moms choose to stay home (like I have) and in a perfect world, we’d all have smiles on our faces, never complain and enjoy every moment we are home with our little tike(s), but being a stay at home mom is a full-time, 24-hour a day job, even with a hands on partner, like your dad. I am the mommy and that role is very different; it’s everything. As Mommy, you are always “on”. You don’t get a lunch break, two week vacation, weekends off or sick days. Of course, there are exceptions and there are mom’s hiring nannies to care of their kid(s) because they just don’t want to, and that’s a whole different issue altogether.

Having a nanny for a few hours every week is an absolute luxury and one that I am lucky to be able to afford. I don’t believe I am a bad mother to care for myself or need a break, in fact, having Angel makes me better mentally and physically. I have been able to go to two doctor’s appointments, grocery shop, have a nice long (uninterrupted) lunch with a friend and go to the gym..three times!

I believe that motherhood is the most important job a woman will ever undertake in her lifetime. It is the one job that will give her satisfaction of mind, body, heart and soul. I also believe that no other person can raise my son with as much love as I can, but I am blessed to have these 10 hours a week to recharge.

The best is yet to be.

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You Own My Heart

Posted on January 17, 2010 Written by Tonya

It must be so frustrating being a baby. It must be terribly defeating not having the capability to communicate what it is that you want or need, when you want and need it. Without words, you are virtually crippled. You cry and whine and hope that your caretakers figure it out, but it usually takes them a while (particularly if one of your caretakers is me). It is so unfair to you and babies everywhere and it makes me feel bad, especially when you are sick. There really is nothing worse than a sick helpless baby.

Sometimes I look at you and wonder if you know how much you are loved. I can officially say, without a doubt, you own my heart. I didn’t fall in love with you immediately, I had to get to know a little bit first. Now that I do, there’s no turning back… The love you feel for your own child is really indescribable. It’s deeper and wider than any other love there is.

I wonder if you feel my love? I have to think (hope) that on some level you do, like when you physically reach for me or draw yourself closer to me. That’s early stages of affection, isn’t it? Maybe it’s just the instinctive need for the maternal caregiver?

I know love isn’t enough when you are bored, over stimulated, tired, or just need a good burp, but I hope you know we are/I am trying and that I would do anything for you. I would do anything to make you smile.

Your Aunt Leah wrote you this poem shortly after you were born and posted it on her blog recently. It’s sweet, simple and I don’t think truer words have ever been said. I will treasure it always and hope that you will too.

Forever and Ever
Your parents made you with all of their love.

They had help from your mom’s parents up above.

We’ll love you forever, this much I know is true.

I can say for certain that there’s no one else like you.
As you grow up, we’ll do everything that we can

to make sure that you grow up to be a great man.
We promise to teach you all kinds of different things;

Like how to listen and what possibilities life brings.
You’ll learn how to play, work and how to read.

You will learn everything that you’ll surely need.

But most of all, we’ll show you how to love and care.
In this crazy world we live in, those feelings are often rare.

Right now, you are very small and you have your father’s looks.

Maybe when you’re older, you’ll be like your mother and love to read books.

Well, Lucas, let’s treasure every moment we have together.
I will always love you forever and ever.

The best is yet to be and I, too will love you forever and ever.

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Babies

Posted on October 26, 2009 Written by Tonya

Sometimes I look at you and can’t even believe how amazing the miracle of like is. Two people met, fell in love, said “I do” and together made a human being. It’s as simple and as complicated as that. It’s mind boggling and wonderful. Babies are only babies for so long, so here are some quotes that celebrate these little creatures:

“That’s the strange thing about being a mother: until you have a baby, you don’t even realize how much you were missing one.” – Jodi Picoult, Vanishing Acts: A Novel

“Having a baby is like getting a tattoo on your face. You really need to be certain it’s what you want before you commit.” – Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love: One Woman’s Search for Everything Across Italy, India and Indonesia

“The cultural idiom of motherhood, and the only one that people find bearable, is that once a woman has produced a child she bonds with it in utter devotion, forgets her own wishes, and sacrifices herself for her baby. When she does not slip easily into this role, she risks the accusation of being a bad mother.” – Sheila Kitzinger, The Year After Childbirth

“I like beginnings because they’re so full of promise. The first page of a book, the first day of a job, the first time you buy yourself flowers, the first date with a new man, the first touch, the first kiss, the first kick of a good liquor, the first moment you hold your own baby. I like beginnings because I know there’s always more to come.” – Shyma Perera, Bitter Sweet Symphony

“A baby is born with a need to be loved and never outgrows it.” – Frank A. Clark

“Babies are necessary to grown-ups. A new baby is like the beginning of all things –wonder, hope, a dream of possibilities. In a world that is cutting down its trees to build highways, losing its earth to concrete… babies are almost the only remaining link with nature, with the natural world of living things from which we spring.” – Eda J. Le Shan

“A woman has two smiles that an angel might envy – the smile that accepts a lover before words are uttered, and the smile that lights on the first born babe, and assures it of a mother’s love.” – Thomas C. Haliburton

“A baby is God’s opinion that the world should go on.” – Carl Sandburg

My personal favorite:

“Babies are such a nice way to start people.” – Don Herrold

The best is yet to be.

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In Praise Of Single Parents

Posted on October 19, 2009 Written by Tonya

According to the U.S. census, there were more than 10.4 million single mothers in 2006 and another 2.3 million single fathers. The report I read didn’t say how many of these single parents received support from the other parent. Based on my own experiences, and those of my friends, there isn’t always an involved second parent.

This is not a bashing of non-custodial parents, it’s in praise of all those parents who do the near impossible to provide wonderful homes for their children on their own.

Whether by choice or chance, I don’t know how single parents do it. No matter how you slice it, caring for a baby/child on your own is exhausting work. They must have incredible and loving support from their extended family. Fortunately for you, you do not have a single parent but unfortunately for you, we have no family that lives nearby and doubly unfortunate is the fact that your dad travels a lot for his job.

This time, he has been away for four nights and five days and yes, while I’m used to having you all day by myself for roughly twelve hours each week day, having him here in the evening and weekends is such a relief. Thankfully, your aunt has been able to come visit while he has been away and as usual, she has been an enormous help.

While helping me to care for you during the day has been a special treat, it has also allowed me to accomplish more than I have been able to in weeks! It is just too hard to make phone calls, set up appointments, balance the check book, or spend half an hour at the ship and mail place having documents notarized and making photocopies with you on my own. While she stayed at home with you this morning, I actually waited (gasp!) at the dealership while I got my car serviced. I worked on our long overdue thank you cards and I am proud to report that I pounded out 12 of them! I don’t know what I was thinking, I also took four magazines that sadly, I didn’t get to touch. The two hours I was there went by so quickly!

I’m excited over the every day tasks that I got done while your aunt was here and I am also counting my lucky stars that I am not a single parent. I love when my sister comes to visit and I appreciate all her help. Having her here also makes me appreciate the partner and co-parent I have in your dad.

The best is yet to be and thank goodness your dad gets home tomorrow!

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My Empathy Meter

Posted on October 17, 2009 Written by Tonya

Recently I wrote about how my thinking has changed about certain things now that I have a baby (A New Way Of Thinking, October 11) and I can’t believe I left out my heightened level of sensitivity. Maybe my hormones are still out of whack, but I am more sensitive than ever!

For as tough as my exterior is, I have always had a mushy center, a great deal of empathy for my fellow man and can be brought to tears easier than I care to admit. So while I was sensitive before becoming a mother, tearing up at every single episode of Grey’s Anatomy and Hallmark commercials, now I am a bumbling fool for just about anything and everything…especially when it comes to children. My empathy meter is definitely on overdrive.

I almost couldn’t handle last week’s Oprah featuring the recently found Jaycee Dugard, 18 years after she was abducted and the hundreds of still missing children whose parents hold on to the hope that they too will be found. My heart aches for these families and it goes without saying that I would go absolute ballistic if you were taken from me.

I didn’t realize that having a baby meant I became, suddenly, a member of the entire society of parents and that to some extent, all the children of the world would become my children and that I would bleed, a little, whenever anything happened to any child anywhere.

The best is yet to be and I’ll cry if I want to.

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Worst Mother Of The Year

Posted on October 17, 2009 Written by Tonya

You haven’t been here very long and I am ashamed to admit that I have already done a handful of things that are sure to earn me the Worst Mother of the Year award, IF they gave such an award. I am not proud of these acts, but desperate times called for desperate measures. They include:

  • Propping your bottle up on a burp cloth so that I didn’t have to hold it.
  • Laying you on the floor of a public bathroom (on a changing mat of course) because there was no changing table, which really should be mandatory in all public restrooms to avoid this in the future.
  • Laying you on the cold kitchen counter top while I prepared a bottle for you or downed my breakfast.
  • Leaving you alone in the car for 49 seconds while I ran into the gas station to pay for gas because the ATM machine by the pump was broken. And, before you ask, yes, the doors were locked.
  • Leaving a dirty diaper on you for so long, you had a major you-know-what blow out. It wasn’t pretty and I definitely learned my lesson.
  • Putting you in a stroller without strapping you in.

I hate to break it to you, but I guarantee, there will be more minor offenses in our future together, but I would NEVER intentionally put you in harm’s way. Not like the mother in Australia, whose stroller rolled onto train tracks with a six-month old on board and a train approaching. Thank goodness the baby was strapped in and only suffered a bump on the head. Could this mother be the Worst Mother of the Year? You be the judge. It can happen in a flash; in less than seven seconds my whole world could be turned upside down. I shutter at the thought.

The best is yet to be and once again, lesson learned! Never say never.

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