Holding On To You

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My second trimester was a blast! By that time, I had come to terms with my pregnancy, accepted the fact that my life had changed forever, and embraced my curvy midsection. The second trimester was awesome because I no longer simply looked fat for no obvious reason; I was showing and loving the positive attention. At this point in my pregnancy, I still felt attractive (which would quickly change in those dreaded final months) and I dressed the part.

I was literally the only pregnant woman in my obgyn’s office that dressed up for appointments. It was quite endearing actually - or so my husband thought. I took the extra time to wear make-up, put on a flattering maternity dress, and yes, even wore precariously high heels, proudly defying the rapid descent of my center of gravity.  It was during my pregnancy that I finally visited a MAC store to get my shade right and passionately tried new make-up techniques, perhaps to hide the hideous chloasma that darkened and roughened my skin.

My obgyn was always pleasantly surprised to see my fashion parade and made sure to generously complement my efforts. For me, dressing up was a survival mechanism – an interesting way for me to hold on to bits of my old self while experiencing overwhelming change. Being knocked up, didn't mean I was knocked out and looking and feeling good empowered me to maintain control of my person at a time when my body and psyche seemed totally out of control.

With hindsight, keeping ‘me’ alive during pregnancy was a good thing but nothing particularly groundbreaking. If I am able to hold on to who I am now, separate from motherhood, when there is a mini-me to care for - now that will be worthy of applause.  I've learned that motherhood can consume you. It certainly changes the way you view yourself and others. For good reason, motherhood necessitates that you become a self-sacrificing individual, to put another’s needs before yours without giving it a second thought. Why else would I walk into a department store with the intent of buying a new dress that I badly needed and yet manage to walk out with two totally adorably fall sweaters for my daughter…and no dress for myself?

 It is important that mothers and parents in general, become selfless because that’s how children get adequately fed, clothed, nurtured, trained, and raised into functioning adults. However, excelling at motherhood poses a risk - in pursuit  of the well-being of your children and family, you could very well completely lose yourself.

Putting some effort into a little make-up, purchasing the latest maternity fashions, or balancing on gravity-defying stilettos, is much easier, even on a crappy day of pregnancy, than it is when you actually become a mother. Try bothering with the mindless choice of what shade of lip gloss to wear before you step out, when every trip to the ‘outside world’ with your precious bundle is literally a pilgrimage - you have to pack like you are never coming back. Diapers and wipes, are only just the beginning of a very long check-list/guide to properly stock your diaper bag for a ‘quick grocery run’. In the words of a popular Washington DC internet sensation last year, ‘aint nobody got time for that’.

Now, this is what you do instead of ‘waste’ time with a brush and a palette in front of a mirror: You keep the most comfortable jeans and t-shirt in the part of your closet that is easiest to reach. You wear that outfit every time you need to leave the house and thank God that your teeth and hair are brushed and then you step out with your infant or toddler, who by the way is beautifully clad in adorableness and an outfit to match – they are now the fashion parade - you just need to hide your jelly belly in that generously sized Tee.

Looking half-decent, however, doesn't begin to capture the mammoth of a struggle that is maintaining an identity and purpose aside from your role as a mother.  It's rarely ever just about whether you choose to wear make-up or not, or whether you have the will power to conjure a semblance of your pre-pregnancy body or embrace cellulite. It is about the dreams that you had before you became a mother, the lofty goals you were set to achieve before the second line turned pink on that test. It's about the heady feeling you had when you graduated from high school, college, or grad school. Where did you say you’d be career-wise today?  What business plans had you dreamed of? How were you going to change the world? Where are you now? Have you settled? Are we using motherhood as an excuse for not obtaining our full potential?

My husband always tells me, ‘don’t let motherhood slow you down, you can, and must still achieve your dreams.’ He is absolutely right and I am truly blessed to have my own personal cheerleader rooting for me. I think we all need a cheerleader who will remind us of the potential we possess and of our passions, goals, and capabilities. Otherwise, you’ll find that you know the backpack song of Dora the Explorer much better than you know yourself.

The legacy I want to leave with my child, and hopefully child(ren), someday is that though I loved and cared for them with everything that I was, though I sacrificed time again for them and provided them with all I could, I also loved myself enough to nurture me. I want my children to remember me as the mother who was not afraid to dream and was tenacious enough to achieve. I want them to remember that though I always stopped what I was doing to kiss their ‘booboos,' I always returned to my laptop after sufficient hugs had been exchanged to write, to run a business … to achieve.

This post begins a five-part series where we’ll get to know how four phenomenal mothers have excelled at motherhood so far and yet have held on to their personal dreams. At the end of the series, my hope is that it will be evident what kind of a mindset it takes to become that kind of mother.

The Making of a Reader

Children are made readers on the laps of their parents.

—Emilie Buchwald

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I grew up in a house full of books – literally – we had bookshelves against almost every wall. Large and intimidating medical books, unbelievably thick books on theology, interesting literary works in every genre and spanning across cultures, and classics we were made to check off our list even before reaching puberty. My parents made no secret of the fact that reading would become our passion, whether my brother and I realized it then or not.

Having seen their efforts pay off handsomely in both my brother’s and my academic success and intellectual development, I purposed in my heart to pass along the precious gift of reading to my child, when I became a mother.  What a wonderful journey it has been already! I began reading to my daughter when she was a few weeks old and as the weeks became months and the months now almost two years, I've watched her interest and love for those treasured leaves increase, and with it, her amazing intelligence, curiosity, and confidence. 

It was a book that taught my daughter by the time she was about 11 months, most of her body parts. She would point to her nose, grin to show her teeth, or blink her eyes on instruction. It was a book that taught her to growl like a lion, trumpet like an elephant, and hiss like a snake. Another book taught her that brushing her teeth was fun and that she could mimic a fish while swishing the water in her mouth during rinsing.  Then there’s the sign language book that taught her to say ‘baby’ by rocking her hands from side to side, and the one on nursery rhymes that has her pitch perfect on ‘row, row, row your boat.’ The word book, pronounced ‘gook,’ at the time, was my daughter’s first word.

At reading time in our home, I've watched her blank stare, at a few weeks old, evolve into active participation. Today, if I lose a minute getting started, she’ll approach her shelf on her own, pick the book of her choice, settle down on the carpet, and flip through the pages babbling coherently to herself. The positive results of reading have been obvious and significant, especially considering that it’s been a pretty easy habit to cultivate. In a nutshell, we followed these steps to make reading a staple in her life:

1. I began by reading to her as an infant in the evenings after her bath and before bed, and have maintained this routine into her toddler-hood. I intend to hold on to this tradition for as long as possible.

   
   

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2. We have displayed several books, both children’s and more advanced books prominently in her room and around the house in an effort for her to see books as an integral part of her life.
3. I purposely lose my inhibition when reading to her, making silly faces and noises to spice things up a bit. Sometimes I stop to sing or dance with her when the need arises.
4. Now that she is old enough, I tell her after bathing and dressing up, ‘it’s reading time, go pick the book you want us to read.’ She’ll eagerly pick the book of her choice and will quickly ease herself into my lap and relax as we read together. Many times, she’ll insist on owning the page-flipping, which I find quite endearing. I celebrate every effort she makes and congratulate her for her interest.
   
   

   

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5. I ask her questions, I let her repeat the words or point to things, I allow time for her to savor the moment and I dutifully oblige when she wants to read multiple books a night.
6. After creating a good collection of a few key books she enjoys, I've introduced library visits to our routine. One of the activities we enjoy together during ‘a mummy-daughter’ day is visiting the library where she gets to pick the books we check out.
   
   

   
   

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Of course there’s no silver bullet to good parenting or making your kid a genius but establishing a love for reading comes pretty darn close – it’s literally a crash-course in helping your child reach developmental milestones early, stimulating their imagination and intellect, while creating a special bonding experience for you and your child.

So, in honor of International Literacy Day tomorrow, September 8th, let's make prolific readers out of our children!