Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Hi, I'm Shelby & I'm a Crazy Mama

On the day Langston was born, semi-crazy* Shelby left my body and someone resembling Wolverine from X-Men took it's place. That's normal right?!
I'm a little over protective. I mean, how does any woman have a baby and not instantly turn into a territorial monster? Either way, everyday I'm starting to notice more and more how unattractive it is. For example, Langston's first birthday is right around the corner so naturally it's time to order the cake. I attach a couple pictures to the email, give an extremely vague description of what I want and hit send. A few days later (today), I get an email back from the cake woman (who by the way is phenomenal, check out her link at the end of the post) and she sends back a picture of a cake she has done and asks if that's what I'm looking for. I immediately spaz out and realize that's not. at. all. what I want. I go on a pinterest spree and create a page long word document to depict what I want done TIER-BY-TIER.
Okay. So that's normal, right? No, no it's not normal at all. Everything can't always go my way. Everyone doesn't always have to share my same opinion. But yet, here I am biting heads off all over the land if someone asks me why I still rock my 10 month old to sleep. I don't know if it's just a personality flaw within, or if this is a mother to mother issue. Maybe it's stems from my original theory of "no one can do it like mom can" - which I still can't help but believe is true. I have to somehow push Wolverine out, and learn how to be more open-minded when it comes to others opinions on my ways of parenting, but it certainly won't happen overnight. Parenting is a living document. A constant work-in-progress. I can only hope that this eases up with time....or maybe when Langston is a teenager and is telling me "you can't tell me what to do!" I'll get the picture *sobs*
*I am not actually mentally unstable. Semi-crazy comes solely from the fact that I am a woman and we're all a little crazy in our own way, aren't we ladies?

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