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Once Again Mother Goose

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by Aaron

Someday I’ll have kids, not now, but until that point in my life I’ll continue enjoying the smiles on the faces of the moms and dads that come into the studio with their own kids for photo shoots. I’ve seen those smiles before, the same smile on my mom’s face the first time I flushed the toilet after going “poopie” on my own. I definitely remember the same smile when submitting art projects during grade school, but most recently I remember the smile on my mom’s face when I returned home after living in Argentina for eight-months.

Through Skype, email, and Whatsapp, it wasn’t hard to paint a picture of my experience in South America, but there’s something about a separation of 5,500 miles that I’m sure didn’t resonate well with my mom. I could have been in California and as long as we were in the same country, it would have reassured her more knowing she didn’t need a visa to visit.

But like an old friend, mom was there greeting me with open arms and an open refrigerator as I walked through the door. The once empty nester had again become mother goose. I’m sure the telling signs that I was leaving the country could be spotted through college when I made friends with the foreign exchange students from Japan, Turkey, China and Argentina. It’s one thing to talk about leaving friends and family behind, but it’s another thing to actually do it.

I could say that my eight-month experience was enlightening (it doesn’t get any more enlightening than walking Machu Picchu), I could say it was humbling (how many times has your 5-year-old sacrificed going to school for working at a food market?), but the most important realization of my trip was understanding how strong the connection I have with my mother truly is. It transcends time and distance and it’s a bond we will share forever.

So as I still remember the many smiles on my mom’s face from little accomplishments when I was a child, I look forward to seeing new ones, as our relationship grows stronger and stronger.

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About Aaron
we'rekidstooaaronAaron is a Product Manager at Step2 and a graduate student, studying Global Communication. While he enjoys reading anything Ken Follett, he also passes his time reading his childhood favorites, like Harry Potter, in Spanish.

Potty Training

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It is so hard to believe that we are at the point in our lives where our baby is using the big boy potty.  This is one of those milestones I’ve worried about hitting.  I have a brother who is ten years younger than I am and he was nearly FOUR YEARS OLD before he was officially housebroken potty trained.  I remember my mom and dad having such a stressful time over this and I dreaded it.  Likely because of that experience, we never put much emphasis on using the potty.

We purchased a potty chair and a potty watch some time ago.  We introduced him to the potty and set it up in our living room (don’t judge) and we let him run around naked quite a bit (again, don’t judge).  We know that he is encouraged to sit on the potty at school twice a day.  Outside of this, we hadn’t tried to ask him if he had to go “pee pee” nor did we suggest that he sit on his potty at home.  With no fuss and muss about the potty, one can imagine the surprise we experienced when we found him tinkling in the potty on his very own back in November.

I had just arrived home from work.  Myles was running around the house with his bare butt hanging out.  I was giving my hubby a download of my day when all of the sudden we heard, “psssssst” and looked over at our son, sitting on the potty and peeing!  I literally jumped up and down like I was the next contestant on The Price is Right.  I was so excited and got weepy…over pee pee.  We gave high fives to Myles, high fives to each other, took pictures and gave him chocolate.  We made this a very big deal because it WAS a very big deal.

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Those of you who have followed our journey know that many of our milestones haven’t been easy, so I feel I’ve earned the right to brag about my awesome boy who potty trained himself.  He is now working on pooing in the potty (which has been moved to the bathroom) and aside from the one accident he had on the floor (that hubby stepped in) that is going great as well.

The irony of what gets me excited now that I’m a Mom is not lost on me.  I just want to bottle up all of these amazing little moments and savor every last one in every way possible.

Tena and her best friend (and hubby) had their first child in July, 2011. Their little guy has a congenital heart defect and he is one tough little cookie; don’t ever think about calling him sick though – “his plumbing is just different.” Tena is an animal loving vegetarian and is excited to teach her son about compassion and the importance of volunteer work. She secretly hopes her son will be left handed like his momma. She is the Online Marketing Director for Step2.

Times Change – And So Should We

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by Maria Isabella

There comes a time when mother and daughter—or mother and daughter-in-law—will form an exciting new relationship. And that time begins at the precise moment a new grandchild is born. Suddenly, the “mom” becomes the “grandma”…and the “daughter” becomes the “mom.” Do you see where I’m going with this?

Truth of the matter is, roles change—and with that comes a whole new set of rules.

For me, it began when my middle daughter started having her babies (note: she now has three beautiful little creatures). It suddenly dawned on me that she had developed her very own way of doing things. For instance, she insisted the baby did not need an extra blanket. The baby could certainly go outdoors without a hat. And the baby had to sleep on its back. NO EXCEPTIONS.

 

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My first grandchild…sleeping on his back

But back in my day (can you just hear me saying that?!), the baby always was kept extra warm. The baby always wore some type of head covering outside. And the baby always, always, always slept on its stomach. NO EXCEPTIONS.

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My first child…sleeping on her tummy

I have to admit, though, today things are quite different indeed for new moms. First off, strict rules are pretty much out the window (i.e., let the baby “tell” you what it needs.) Dr. Spock’s Baby and Child Care (my generation’s beloved, trusty, go-to manual on parenting written by a world-renowned pediatrician) has been replaced by books with such titles as Secrets of the Baby Whisperer and Bringing Up Bébé. And everything, everything!, it seems, has to be organic—from baby’s sheets to baby’s shampoo. Sheesh.

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My point is, times change. Accepted parenting practices change. And we “old folks” need to change with them. (Didn’t our own moms have different ways of raising us?) We shouldn’t be stubborn or confrontational. We shouldn’t take it personally as an affront to our own choices. And although we don’t have to necessarily think we’re suddenly hip, we do need to respect the new mom’s way of doing things.

The truth is, her way isn’t wrong. It just may be a little different than ours. But in the end, it’s all done with the greatest of all loves: a mother’s love. And how can you argue with that?

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 Author and her first child on the day she was born in February 1979

 This post was written by Maria Isabella. Maria is a mother, grandmother, published author, and award-winning writer with over 30 years’ experience in the advertising, marketing, and publishing industries.