first time parents
"No one ever talked to me about it," the singer says.
I will kiss you and hug you tight, despite last night's spit-up on your shirt.
Will We Still Target Millennials When They Are 75 or Will We Instead Focus on the Next Generation of Freshly Minted Grown-ups?
Our fascination with millennials is not so much with... well, millennials, but with what they represent. At a quarter of the population, this group is certainly too large to ignore.
When my son was a few months old and left alone with me, he would cry for hours despite my every effort to console him. I cried, too. It was unnerving, overwhelming and frustrating. I was out of my element, out of control, and going out of my mind. I could not find any reason for his crying, any cause for the plaintive effect, which was a great challenge for the scientist in me to overcome.
No matter how exhausted you are, especially in the middle of the day, when baby finally drifts off to sleep AND lets you put him/her down, the last thing you think about is napping.
The journey to motherhood is flush with quicksand, stool softeners, thorns in the sciatic nerve, secret all-you-can-eat-buffets, justified temper-tantrums, loose gravel, flash in the pan "Must Have!" child-soothing gizmos and ill-timed gas.
I strongly believe that our pain, whichever it comes from, is on purpose. It helps us grow and give birth to a better version of ourselves. It is hard to be thankful for our pain but, if we shift perspective, we realize it always brings us a lesson in disguise.
There are still days when I swear I cannot love my sons more than I do at that very second, but I wake up the next day and believe it or not, I love them more.