By Cheryl Bac
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About this blog: I'm a wife, stay-at-home mom, home cook, marathon runner, and PhD. I recently moved to the Silicon Valley after completing my PhD in Social Psychology and becoming a mother one month apart. Before that, I ran seven marathons incl... (More)
About this blog: I'm a wife, stay-at-home mom, home cook, marathon runner, and PhD. I recently moved to the Silicon Valley after completing my PhD in Social Psychology and becoming a mother one month apart. Before that, I ran seven marathons including Chicago and Boston. Exercise is an integral part of my life. I hope to one day go back to long distance running and tackle the New York City Marathon. Right now I run after my one year old son. Although I am a stay-at-home mom, we are rarely "at home." My mom also stayed at home with my brother and me. She warned me that, although rewarding, it can be isolating. So, with her help, I learned the importance of getting out into the community and meeting other mothers. On the rare occasion when I am at home and have a hand or two free, I squeeze in time to scrapbook. As a new mom, many challenges are thrown my way. I hope my opinions, triumphs, and struggles help experienced parents reminisce, new parents cope, and parents-to-be get an honest glimpse of what the first years of motherhood can entail. (Hide)
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On our son’s first birthday I thought it would be fun to take a photo of him at the exact time he turned one. I set an alarm on my phone and took a handful of photos before the minute was up.
I’ve continued this tradition with our girls. We’ve stopped in the middle of a visit to the zoo. We’ve stopped in the middle of a gift shop. And I’ve also taken photos of our little ones napping though the occasion.
I knew, as our kids grew up, this tradition would come to an end. It’s just not sustainable. This year was the first time I wasn’t able to take my traditional photo. I was driving and my youngest was napping when she recently turned 2. I snapped a photo when I parked and, later that evening, I took a moment to really reflect on how our lives changed when we became a family of five.
That night I realized that the photo wasn’t all that important. What I really needed was that moment to reflect on how giving birth changed my life. I needed a moment to remember my birth story.
As our kids grow up, I think about the days they were born less and less. Our kids’ birthdays are now almost entirely focused on their current interests and their current friends. That photo became a reminder for me to take a step back and remember what we were celebrating- a birth. A birth that was exhausting, painful, emotional, and truly amazing. We were celebrating the day that a child was born along with the person that child has become.