And then there were 3… Like most moms, that day was etched in my mind like a distant dream. I’ll never forget when I saw her for the first time.
Her five little fingers that wrapped so tightly around my one. Her long, skinny body.
I was in baby heaven that first night in the hospital. I couldn’t believe how much love can exude from my heart. I had this overwhelming feeling of awe mixed with love.
And it was in that moment, that moment of baby bliss and amazement, that I realized I wasn’t in it for me anymore. I was in it for this little person that I was supposed to nurture and help grow. It was my responsibility to make sure this tiny being was successful in this hard, cold world.
I breastfed her.
She never missed a doctor’s appointment. (I even brought her in for teething and colds, being a first time mom, I never knew what signs to look for.)
I took her to the zoo, children’s museum and every other educational trip I could think of.
She started preschool at 2 1/2 years old. I was a preschool teacher before I had her and knew how important it was to get a head start on early education.
I went to Michaels and bought all the craft stuff I could stand and we would spend time every day making and creating together.
She got the best of the best.
And then her little brother came along... ...and things got a tad bit harder for me to keep up all the supermom ways of my past.
I was feeling guilty she wasn’t getting what she had been before little brother came along and even guiltier that I couldn’t do all those same things with my second child that I had done with my first.
AND then…and then number 3 came along. Supermom who? Hahaha! She was nothing but a fart in the wind. I was frazzled. I got little to no sleep. Coffee became my best friend. Yoga pants were staples in my every day wardrobe and a ponytail my signature ‘do.
I was doing the bare minimum and even kind of sucking at that. Juggling three was way harder than I had imagined.
But it didn’t mean it was impossible. I had to snap out of it.
I had to start embracing those early years again! But there had to be an easier way. How could I have fun with my oldest two while sneaking in some educational learning too?
So I did what I normally do when I have a problem that needs to be solved. I turned to my ol’ trusty friend, Google.
I googled my little brains out trying to find a product that fit into both categories of fun and educational. But I came up with nothing.
C’mon man! There had to be something out there that did all the thinking, prepping and shopping for me!
So I googled some more. Still nothing.
So I thought I would do it myself. Just like I had done for my preschool class in years past.
- “Well,” I thought. “If I am going to make educational activities for my own little monsters, I should do it for other moms who feel the same way I do and have the same struggles as me–trying to be Supermom but falling flat on our faces.”
And so I did. Because we all need a little help being Supermom.