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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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Who Cares If Your Baby Is On Track?

Posted on January 7, 2010 Written by Tonya

A mommy can drive herself crazy getting caught up in the developmental milestones a baby is suppose to reach and when they are suppose to reach them. I am guilty and I am so mad at myself.

After yesterday’s post on Lucas’ seventh month accomplishments, I made the mistake of digging around on the Internet (Baby Center, What To Expect, WebMD, Parents Magazine, etc.) and found several lists of these so-called benchmarks. I’m a sucker for lists, but as I consulted each one, not only were they different from the last, but they included items that Lucas hasn’t mastered yet, or in some cases even attempted. And that’s when the guilt and head spinning set in… am I doing something wrong, is there something wrong with my baby, will he ever scoot, get up on all fours, crawl, eat solid foods, etc. etc. I must be a terrible parent if he’s not doing what the “lists” say he should, right? What exactly is the difference between gross motor skills and fine motor skills anyway?!?

Whoa! Time for a deep, deep breath….

Luckily, I’m smart enough to know that each baby is unique and that these charts are only meant to serve as a guideline, not an end all be all of child rearing or infant development. The most important thing to me is that you are happy and I have no doubt about that! The rest, the milestones so to speak, will all come in due time.

The best is yet to be.

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Speechless

Posted on December 15, 2009 Written by Tonya

I knew it would happen at some point, but I wish I had been more ready for it, more prepared. Someone told me off while leaving a restaurant today because Lucas’ fussing apparently “ruined her lunch”.

My sister, my friend, her three month old son, Lucas and I and were at lunch today and although we met on the early side (just before noon) and had a great table towards the front of the restaurant and in a corner with no one siting near us, both of the babies took their turns being loud and a bit out of sorts. As we like to say, if it’s not one of them, it’s the other. Mine, admittedly more so than the three month old, because as I have mentioned, he has discovered he has a voice and that by using it he can get more attention.

My sister and I played “pass the baby” and played, fed, engaged and entertained Lucas as much as we possibly could and for the most part, I didn’t think he was being too terrible or any louder than usual. As a new mommy, I am still VERY sensitive to every noise he makes in public and try to minimize his volume as best I can. I can’t even barely stand it when he screams out or fusses, why would anyone else?

We each had an entree and a cocktail and were in the establishment for maybe an hour and a half. We caught up and exchanged holiday gifts and had a very nice time until we got up to leave when a woman from across the room yelled out; “Thanks ladies, you ruined our lunch”. I can only assume she was referring to our babies and their noises and I was completely shocked and wasn’t sure if I had heard her correctly. My sister said, “Excuse me?” and she repeated the statement, to which I then said very snidely, “It was my pleasure.”, which I now realize was a lame come back, but I was so speechless. Who says something like that?! Oh, I know, someone who is either too selfish to have children of her own or who believes in the philosophy that children are to be seen and not heard, which is completely ridiculous. Whatever the case may be, it was out of line and rude and I am still in shock! I am also angry. Angry that I let it upset me so much, angry that I am going to be even more sensitive the next time I go out to eat and angry that people like that woman exist in this world. Where is her empathy, sympathy and compassion?

The best is yet to be and next time, I’ll have a better reaction and response.

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“Girl” Has Never Been My Strong Suit

Posted on December 9, 2009 Written by Tonya

I have never been a girly girl. Sure, I wear (minimal) make-up and perfume (when I remember), like flowers and get my nails done every two weeks, but pink is not my favorite color, I don’t enjoy shopping all that much, my husband has way more shoes than I do and even though I own a couple pairs of stilettos, I can’t walk in them to save my life. I am most comfortable in jeans and sneakers and sometimes enjoy a cold beer over wine. To be honest, most of the time I still feel like I am struggling with my femininity like an awkward prepubescent teen, but I try.

Because I don’t think I do “girl” very well, when I found out that I was pregnant with a boy, I was overjoyed! I think men are very cool. I love how no nonsense they are about life. Girls are way too complicated, to put it mildly.

Friends and total strangers alike are always telling me how great raising boys is; “Boys are wonderful,” “Boys are so much better/easier/funner than girls,” “Boys love their mothers differently than girls.” A lot of this remains to be seen since you are only six months old, but I am very excited to be the mom of a boy and raising a little gentleman.

I’m looking forward to rough and tumble play, pockets full of marbles, bugs, rocks and dirt, cheering you on from the stands at baseball/football/soccer/basketball games, teaching you how to slow dance (I’ve been told I like to lead, so I should be pretty good at that), tie a tie and pull out a chair. I also can’t wait to have a beer with you, of course, I’ll probably have to share that outing with your dad.

For now, I am enjoying right where we are. Although, I must admit, now that my life is full of everything blue, brown or striped, has wheels and makes a lot of noise, a little pink might be nice.

The best is yet to be…bring on the farting, belching, boogers, and scratching.

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What Do You Believe?

Posted on December 1, 2009 Written by Tonya

Controversial Topic Alert!


“We are all inventors, each sailing out on a voyage of discovery, guided each by a private chart, of which there is no duplicate. The world is all gates, all opportunities.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

I always think about religion a little more around the holiday season than any other time of the year because I want to believe in God and we celebrate Christmas because we are celebrating the birth of Jesus…disguised with tree trimming, photos on Santa’s lap, gift giving and overall over indulgence. I have to admit I sort of subscribe to the latter. Once again, I am probably going to be biting off a lot more than I can chew with this post, but here I go!

When I say I want to believe in God, I really do. It’s a lovely concept but I can’t wrap my head around the thought of some holy and just God existing when there is so much scientific evidence to prove that he doesn’t. Aside from that, if he did exist, why would he allow such heartache, cruelty and devastation to this world and to good and kind people?

It seems to me that most people turn to religion when they need something; guidance or help through tough times, grief, loss, or illness. I think I have been through enough grief and loss for one lifetime and I didn’t find any comfort in God when I lost my parents or was going through a divorce and I honesty don’t think he has anything to do with my current journey to find peace or spirituality. On the other hand, I’m not angry at him or anyone else for that matter over any of it either. I didn’t once believe and then turn away, I guess is what I’m trying to say. I believe one can be spiritual without being religious.

I did not grow up with religion in my home. I was baptized and find a little comfort in knowing that, but remember as a family we stopped going to church on Sundays when I was three or four years old. I have attended services of many faiths and celebrated Muslim, Hindu and Jewish holidays with friends and Christian holidays in my own home.

I know my father was an atheist and we stopped going to church because he thought the people attending the services were hypocrites; they would curse, drink, lie and cheat and then “go get right with God” on Sundays so that they could sleep a little better at night. I think my mother wanted to believe but was probably agnostic. What I am and have been most of my life is agnostic as well, but it wasn’t until I started thinking about this post that I actually looked up the definition. According to Wikipedia:

Agnosticism is the philosophical view that the truth value of certain claims—particularly metaphysical claims regarding theology, afterlife, or the existence of deities, spiritual beings, or even ultimate reality—are unknown, or, in some forms of agnosticism, unknowable. It is not a religious declaration in itself, and an agnostic may also be a theist or an atheist.

The concept of religion is prevalent when it comes to raising a child and both parents need to be on the same page. In our home, I hope that we will try to talk about as many different religions and religious holidays as possible to give some perspective different traditions, helping put the Easters and Christmases in context by discussing them in the same breath as Ramadan or Yom Kippur or Vesak. That’s means a lot of work; comparative religion has never been an area of expertise for me, but I’m open and willing to learn. Perhaps we can invite priests and rabbis into our home to help educate you so that you can make your own decision on which path to follow.

It’s December 1 and Christmas, Hanukkah and Kwanzaa will be here before we know it so I encourage everyone to think about what the holiday means to them.

To me, the holidays are about being spending time with those you love, bringing out your inner child, singing carols, sipping hot cocoa, stuffing stockings, delighting in the pure and innocent joy on the faces of children on Christmas morning and the magic of Santa Claus. I also think it’s a perfect time to reflect on the blessings of the past year and the hopefulness of the new year approaching.

The best is yet to be, no matter what your beliefs.

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Google Me This

Posted on November 5, 2009 Written by Tonya

I was almost 12 the first time I ever used a computer and 30 before I owned one. Your cousin was just 5 when she got her first iPod. Is that a sign of the times or what? Technology is moving at the speed of light and there is no doubt that you will be way more tech-savvy than your dad or I am.

These days, people are connected in so many ways…simultaneously. We can text, instant message, e-mail, interact on a number of different social networking sites such as; Facebook, MySpace, Twitter, and yes, we can even blog. 🙂

According to a recent article in Parenting magazine, How Technology Changes the Way Kids Communicate, 61% of virtual-world visitors are between the ages of 3 and 11, and 22% of kids ages 6 to 9 already have their own cell phone. In a study in the journal Pediatrics, 58% of kids 10 to 15 listed a form of communication as the major reason to go online. As a new mother, these statistics are disconcerting. Has the art of the handwritten letter, a good long chat on the phone and looking people in the eye when we communicate with them all but vanished?

I’ll be the first to admit that I dislike talking on the phone and I spend way too much time on the World Wide Web, not to mention this blog and it’s easier for me to send a quick text or e-mail than pick up the phone. On the other hand, I am very grateful that I have been able to get reacquainted with long lost friends that I never would have, were it not for Facebook. At the same time, no one enjoys face-to-face interaction more than I do or brightening up someone’s mailbox with a greeting card. For me the online methods of communication have become extensions of my relationships and it’s because of this technology that they are better.

As you become more intrigued by the lure of the computer screen glow, don’t think that we are going to lose you to your room for hours on end as you IM with your friends. There will be limits placed on your computer time to allow for some good old fashioned outdoor time. I’m talking about skinned knees, dirt under your nails, frogs in your pockets and grass stains. Also, you will never, I repeat NEVER, be allowed to text while at the dinner table or bring your iPod out with us to a restaurant. There are times to unplug and during these times, I hope you will actually want to talk to your dad and I about your day, your hopes, dreams, fears and online buddies.

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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A Gentle Reminder

Posted on October 13, 2009 Written by Tonya

I so seldom hear “please”, “thank you”, “you’re welcome” or “excuse me” any more and it drives me crazy! No one is born polite. Good manners are a learned trait and they are learned at home; around the dinner table, at family functions, in play groups and out in the public, before they even step foot in a school. Lead by example is my motto.

A recent article that I read in San Diego Magazine really hits the nail on the head and I believe everyone could use this gentle reminder.

What Happened to Our Manners?

Kanye, Serena, Perez, Joe Wilson and our country’s recent boorish behavior
By Michael R. Mantell, Ph.D.

President John F. Kennedy said, “So let us begin anew—remembering on both sides that civility is not a sign of weakness and sincerity is always subject to proof.” I have to wonder if he has been watching the behavior of three key public figures over the last week.

Celebrity trash blogger Perez Hilton, rapper Kanye West, tennis pro Serena Williams and South Carolina Republican Rep. Joe Wilson all put civility on the media map in America, each in his or her own way. Or should I say, put the lack of civility on the media map.

Bullying, name calling, threatening behavior—we don’t accept these actions in schools and it’s hard enough for parents who are paying attention to teach their children how to behave properly. But when adults, famous adults—role models—act out on the world stage, it becomes even more difficult for parents to do their job.

What is going on with our seemingly increasing inability to have a conversation with each other without screaming, vilifying, threatening and boycotting?

Apologies or no apologies, explanations and rationalizations aside, it’s just plain wrong, and many are commenting on it. If you’ve followed Facebook or Twitter as I have, you can’t help but be impressed by how many have simply expressed that they are fed up with this type of boorish, divisive, immature and out-of-control behavior. You don’t humiliate a beauty pageant contestant and call her a “dumb b*tch.”

You just don’t publicly call the President of the United States a “liar” while in a joint session of Congress. You just don’t steal someone’s shining moment at an awards ceremony and say that someone else’s achievement was better. And you don’t threaten a judge at a sporting event with profanity.

Was Samuel Johnson correct when he posited, “When once the forms of civility are violated, there remains little hope of return to kindness or decency”?

I don’t believe so and Lizzy Post, great-granddaughter of Emily Post and a senior member of the Emily Post Institute, also doesn’t think he was right. “I don’t think society is coming off the rails,” she was recently quoted as saying.

There has always been rude behavior in our midst, but it seems to me that the media’s sudden concern, the hand wringing, is what’s new. When President Bush was booed loudly by the audience at the inauguration of President Barack Obama, or when Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid called Bush a “liar” and a “loser,” we didn’t see discussion of the demise of manners in America.

Perhaps a recent Wichita Falls Times Record News headline says it best: “If civility isn’t dead, it’s definitely on a respirator.”

I’m concerned about health care reform. But I believe we need to be equally, if not more, concerned about healing. Do we need a day of healing in America? A chance to stop, reflect on the divisiveness, the rudeness, the lack of respect we hold for each other?

When children get off course in their road to civility, parents need to redirect them to be more kind, considerate and caring of all children. We need to do the same thing for ourselves as adults. Specific civility concepts that parents can teach children are:

• Teaching children about multicultural tolerance and acceptance
• Assisting children to care about others because it brings them meaning rather than expecting anything in return
• Involving children in public service at a children’s hospital
• Instructing children to respect senior citizens by volunteering at independent living facilities
• Drawing awareness to common courtesies, such as introducing oneself, shaking hands with others and thanking people for doing kind gestures for them
• Coaching children to share and play cooperatively with others
• Working with children to learn to respect and assist those who are disabled or have learning limitations

Parents must make an effort to demonstrate through word and action what civility exemplifies. And this is where healing America comes into play. Civility is not dead in our country. We just saw examples of what happens when it rears its ugly head. No hand wringing, tears, whining, bemoaning or folding up the flag yet. How about taking the seven concepts above and applying them to ourselves as adults? San Diego has a wonderful children’s hospital, volunteer opportunities, and charitable organizations that need our help and can help us learn to be more civil to one another.

Along the way, here are some simple tips for parents to share with their children to insure they are teaching manners and civility:

• Remember to say “please” and “thank you” for everything. Those two words are the stepping-stones of manners.
• Speak to people respectfully. Keep your tone positive and upbeat, and phrase your words so they do not come off as insulting.
• Listen to others. It’s proper manners to listen to when people are speaking. Let them know with a nod of the head or other body language that you are indeed listening.
• Shake hands with people you’re meeting for the first time or with whom you’re just acquaintances. This shows you’re friendly and respectful.
• Consider others’ feelings by being receptive of their thoughts and opinions without forcing your own upon them. Being rude to someone shows you lack manners.
• Accept others for who they are even if you don’t agree with them or their decisions. Accept apologies from people who offer them; it’s the polite thing to do.

Imagine that world. It is the responsibility of all of us in charge of children to make sure that the world of our children’s future is more civil than the world we leave behind. Especially the world over this past couple of weeks.

I look forward to asking my son, “What do you say?” a few thousand times.

The best is yet to be and let’s hope that it’s a polite road.

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Best. Parenting. Advice. Ever.

Posted on October 13, 2009 Written by Tonya

My sister gave me a subscription to Parenting magazine before you were born and in the first issue I received was the best parenting advice I have ever heard or read in an article entitled Baby Survival Guide:

#7 There’s No One Else Like You

Only a handful of babycare rules are written in stone (specifically, those having to do with health and safety–like, you really should always put a baby to sleep on his back). Most everything else is up for interpretation. “It’s great to read up, solicit opinions, and listen respectfully to advice you haven’t asked for,” says Michelle Wilkins. But you know your baby and yourself best. You’ll know when an idea resonates.”

Adds Chantel Fry, mom of Dylan, 3 , and Madalyn, 7 months, in Pittsburgh: “You’re going to be different than the next mom. Not better, not worse–because you do the best you can, and if at the end of the day your child has laughed, is clean and fed, you can go to sleep knowing that you did what is expected of you.” No matter how you did those things, exactly, you can be proud that you’re inventing your own special way of being a mom.

– Maura Rhodes, Parenting December/January 2009

I have photocopied this, posted it on the memo board above your changing table in your room, carry it in my wallet and have sent it to friends. I read it often, especially after a particularly trying day and I always feel better about the job I’m doing as your mommy.

The best is yet to be.

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A New Way Of Thinking

Posted on October 12, 2009 Written by Tonya

Everything changes when you have a baby. Loss of freedom and lack of sleep aside, your whole way of thinking shifts when you have a baby. Your senses are all heightened and it really is the strangest and most wonderful thing.

Aside from the typical new parent worries: are you getting enough to eat, are you warm enough, are you safe and are you breathing; here are just a few of the NUMEROUS mindset changes that have taken place for me.

Since I became a parent I feel like I am now a member of an exclusive club. I have a new sense of camaraderie that I never felt before with my fellow man, and in particular with my fellow moms. Now, whenever I pass one at the grocery store or mall, we nod and smile at one another as if to say, “I get it” or, “Hang in there”. It’s very comforting.

I find that people in general are kinder and more helpful to me now that I am a mother. They not only hold open doors, but actually strike up conversations AKA compliment you like crazy. I suppose everyone likes cute adorable quiet smiling babies. I can’t go anywhere without complete strangers asking me how old you are or commenting on your blue blue eyes.

I am way more cautious about everything that I do now; from driving to eating. Your father and I both owe it to you to stay safe and healthy and to do so by setting good examples for you. I find myself thinking twice about what I put into my body and about the products we purchase for our home. I am reading labels more and making a more concerted effort to be eco-friendly. You will inherit this earth and it is all of our responsibilities to take the very best care of it that we can.

There’s also more trivial changes like, the “How do I get to the top floor with a stroller?” strategies that takes place that I never gave a second thought to before our stroller became an everyday accessory. Come to find out, not every store, restaurant or neighborhood with sidewalks is stroller-friendly and in many places, if it weren’t for federal handicap access laws, we’d be screwed! Can you imagine? I never used to take elevators, ever and now I find myself constantly seeking them out.

I shop totally differently now too. Instead of heading straight to the handbags or shoes, I go to the baby department in search of the next size of clothing for you. It isn’t about me or my wants anymore.

I know over time I will be able to add to this list, but for now I look forward to the further shift in my thoughts and priorities.

The best is yet to be.

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