Meet the Parents.

So, I know we’ve gotten really excited about different ideas on this blog & promised to do different series on things, and we haven’t always followed through.

Like 50 Films/50 weeks, because we got rid of our TV.
Or Random Thought Thursday, because I completely. forgot. it. existed.
Or The Vaccines posts.
I could go on.

Anywho, I have been sitting on this idea for awhile that I’d like to write more about who we are as parents.
Why we make some of the decisions we do, and our journey to discovering our parental identity/identities.
So, with no particular frequency or promise that there will ever even be a second one of these {though I really, really hope there are many}… let’s get started with an intro.


I’m Lee Anne.
I’m the Mama.
I never dreamed being a Mom would be so much fun.
It seems like when you get engaged all anyone has to say is how horrific marriage is or can be… Then you get pregnant & all everyone has to tell you is the worst birth stories they’ve ever heard. THEN, you have a baby& everyone says that your lives are over, you’ll never sleep again, etc…
No one just said, hey, being a parent is amazing. Nothing compares to this kind of fun. You’ll always be learning something, engaging your creative mind, getting opportunities to selflessly love someone who you get this amazing privilege of watching ALL of their precious first moments… Like when their actual life starts. And their first words. And foods. And steps. And, everything.
And it’s just purely incredible.

No one told me that stuff.
So when I found out I was pregnant, I cried.
I thought, I’ll never just be me again. I’ll always just be “John’s wife” or “somebody’s Mom” {no names at the time}.
I was terrified that my whole being, all my passions, creativity, and life would be lost forever in a sea of toys, dirty diapers, and other people’s horror stories.

I had no idea that  becoming Amelie’s mom would just bring all that stuff that lives inside me to life even more.
I had no idea I could even love someone so much. Especially a little needy mini-human.

Needless to say at this point, I love it.
I love being a Mom.
And I never dreamed I would, so much.

After I got over the shell shock of an unexpected pregnancy
{we used condoms literally every. single. time. Except the ONE time that we got pregnant with Amelie, of course. TMI? Sorry. Moving on…}
I dove head first into finding out what all this Mom stuff was about…
What are babies like? What do they need? What should I eat so that my baby would have the best chance at being healthy? Smart?
What do I do after it comes out? How should it come out? Do I breastfeed or bottle feed? When do I start feeding it food?
So many questions came up, all the time.
If it’s a boy, do we circumcise? Do we vaccinate? Do we cloth diaper or paper diaper? Do we spank? What does loving discipline look like?

Man, oh man.
There are a lot of questions to be asked & answered  if you want to try to prepare yourself.
And I did.
And I surrounded myself with women who were looking for the answers to these questions. Or, women who had put a lot of thought into them & had hearts willing to share encouragement about the wisdom they thought they’d found.

I quickly started to discover my Mom-identity.
I fell into a category that’s not really the “norm.”
I was met with a lot of discouragement & hard hearts toward some of the ways we felt strongly were right for us to parent our coming child. We’re still met with some of that opposition, though we’re much more well equipped to handle it, now.

Here’s a short list of some of the ways we chose to parent that aren’t necessarily in line with going with the flow:
{PS – if there’s a term you aren’t familiar with, click the link to learn more.}
Cloth diapering, breastfeeding, baby-led weaning, elimination communicating, non-vaccinating, home birthing {even though that wasn’t our end result it was our attempt}, bed sharing, babywearing, responding to baby’s crying, and much more, soon to come.

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