I had an idea of the type of mom I thought I’d be, based on how I am in a work setting and assumptions I made about myself and my baby before he was even born! Turns out, I’m not the mom I thought I’d be. Here’s how:
Our son isn’t on a nap schedule, which surprises me based on how scheduled I tend to be. While we stick to a sweet bedtime routine that has worked for us so far, we generally just wait for signs of tiredness and then put him down for a nap.
I find some of the gross parts of parenthood hilarious. When our son pooped in the bath for the first time (yes, I said first time as it happens semi-frequently), my husband was horrified. While gross to be sure, I started laughing and so did the baby!
With cleaning and certain household tasks, I tend to like it done my way – so I assumed I would want things done a certain way when it came to our son. Turns out, I am completely fine if my husband doesn’t button William’s onesie the right way, and haven’t really been concerned with how our daycare does things as long as our son is healthy and happy.
I’m actually a better mom because I’m not the mom I thought I’d be.