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So there's this "J" word gets thrown around a lot in the mommy realm, and it's an interesting concept I've thought a lot about. It starts when we are in our early twenties, watching a tantrum unfold at the supermarket. We lean to our friend and side-whisper judgingly, "MY kid will NEVER act like that!"
**wipes tears from hard laughter (with maybe some real tears in there)**
I have this theory that for every time I have ignorantly said something to that effect out loud, the tantrum fairy has granted me a whopping fit for every ill-informed judgement I've made. My theory also contends, however, that this is all part of motherhood - or pre-motherhood. Every mom (or pre-mom) needs a little dose of those fantastical judgements upon entering motherhood, to then, after some time

My daughter will soon be growing - ever too quickly - into another year of life, and while I am still a "pup" in mom years myself, I do feel like, along with her, I am beginning to grow and make my way across the new mom hump. Meaning: the honeymoon phase of how I view my child has passed (at least slightly); I am beginning to feel more comfortable in my parenting style; and I bathe more frequently. And so when I meet new moms and their babies - after first drooling all over them (me, not the babies) - I notice that I now have that one, seasoned mom pearl of wisdom I tend to share across the board. I always joke that I am only confident in my non-confidence, because I have never felt worthy of giving advice until my kids were fully grown and not living in a box somewhere cursing me. I don

If I had to sum up the way I thought about my mother growing up, it would be that she always knew just what to do. She taught me that I could never really mess up artwork, but that it was always fixable - just another part of the picture. She came up with a secret code that I could call her with if a sleepover wasn't going as planned, and always came up with the perfect excuse for me to leave. I once heard her dedicate the song, "Little Bitty" to me on the radio, to make me feel better about being the smallest of my friends. Once in a while she'd sneak me small gifts, or a trip to get McDonald's breakfast, and it was not only significant because money was tight, but because it was just between her and I. She'd wink at me in that don't-tell-your-brothers kind of way, and I loved how, befor