This weekend I attended a baby shower for friends of ours we don’t get to see very often. The boys used to work together and have remained good friends. I connected with Derek’s wife Erin right away as she understands how tough it can be to live with someone who works in professional sports. Don’t get me wrong, there are many perks, however, it’s not always sunshine and whiskey. Employees of pro-clubs work long hours and rarely see the light of day during the season.
Since D & E were making the 7 hour trek from Columbus, Ohio I figured the least I could do was the 4 hour journey from the Centre of the Universe to Toronto. Besides, I needed my hairs did as the ombré look I had going on wasn’t really doing it for me and my hairdresser is there.
At the shower I learned that people are a little crazy over baby bumps. E was OK with all of the touching but it I can’t deny it, it creeped me out a little. (<- That’s my way of saying if we ever have a baby please don’t rub my belly. I’m not a Buddha and won’t bring you good luck.) There were no cheeky games which I was entirely grateful for. There was a sheet by the bar (I know, shocker, I was lurking around the bar) that asked people to leave their best advice for the mom-to-be.
I didn’t think having my babysitters license and a four legged beast made me the least bit qualified to give advice to an expectant mom. One should be impressed that I’ve kept Lois alive as long as I have but I’m not sure if feed-walk-sleep-repeat is necessarily the formula for life. Needless to say I didn’t give any advice. In hindsight I wish I would have as I learned some things from being a pseudo mom.
So Erin, as a non-mom here is my advice:
- Supermom doesn’t exist. Ask for help when you need it and accept help when it’s offered.
- Don’t compare your life to those that people only want you to see. They’re edited. You’re real.
- Cry when you need to. “What soap is for the body, tears are for the soul.” – Jewish Proverb
- If you’re doing you’re best, that makes you a rockstar.
- When all else fails, call me. We’ll drink wine and commiserate about how stupid our husbands are. Duh! Of course I know that’s after you’ve pumped.
Thank you for including me in this amazing time of your life. I’m glad I got to see your bump before Dee Dawley (yes, that’s my name suggestion) joins us
Do you have any advice for new moms to add to this list? I’ll be sure to pass it on to the mama-to-be. Leave it in the comments below.4