For the Soul

Before I Became a Parent

I thought I loved my godson and nieces and nephews unconditionally. I brazenly declared that there was nothing I wouldn’t do for them and I do still believe that. However, if I’m truly honest with myself, I recognize that there could be limitations in the lengths I would legitimately go for them. The unconditional love for children who aren’t one’s own is not tested everyday with an endless stream of obligations, sacrifices and disappointments — the conditions that can ultimately prove and disprove bona fide unconditional love. Continue reading Before I Became a Parent

Before I Became a Parent

Before I became a parent, I thought I was going to exceed the standard of execution and follow-through for all the methods in “Bringing Up Bébé,” “Twelve Hours’ Sleep by Twelve Weeks Old,” “No Drama Discipline” and a plethora of other parenting books in our arsenal. Also, in the nine months before a baby rendered one or both hands virtually useless (or otherwise occupied) roughly 90% of my waking hours, Carlyle had amassed a sizable hardcover and paperback library of parental self-help titles, and all of their parenting methods seemed achievable. Continue reading Before I Became a Parent

Everyone Tells Us How Hard It Is

It’s just that the trials and tribulations of parenthood rarely resonate until we wake up in the trenches. We either assume the stories have been inadvertently exaggerated or we are internally (yet blissfully) confident that it couldn’t be that bad. Or — through no fault of our own — we simply weren’t drawn to the information because we were naturally occupied with our preparental lives. Blog posts about breastfeeding complications were not essential reading for the boardroom. Continue reading Everyone Tells Us How Hard It Is