An open letter to my daughter on becoming a big sister

Dear daughter,

You’re going to be a big sister. I know you don’t know what that really means yet, and to be honest, neither do I.

I know what it feels like to look down at a tiny face that looks a little bit like me and a little bit like Daddy and wonder how in the world we existed without you.

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But I don’t know how you will feel when you look down at a tiny face that looks a little bit like you, too. Will you wonder how you existed without him? Or will you want us to send him back to mommy’s belly?

I know what it feels like in the middle of the night when you won’t stop crying and I think I might never sleep again.

But I don’t know what you will feel like when the sound of his screaming jolts you awake like an ambulance siren in the middle of the night.

I know what it feels like to look in the mirror and cry at the dark circles under my eyes, stretch marks that criss-cross my body and loose skin that just doesn’t seem like it belongs anywhere (even with NASA-grade spandex doing its best to hold it in place).

But I don’t know if you will see me hating my post-second-baby body and think you should hate yours too, because you’re a woman and that’s what we do.

I know what the waves of overwhelming love feel like when I see you lay your head on Daddy’s shoulder and wrap your hand around his finger.

But I don’t know how you will feel when you seen him holding someone else instead of you.

So you see, sweet child, we’re in this together.

All I can promise you is that I’ll still think of you as my baby, too. I’ll still come when you cry out at night with a bad dream. I’ll still sweep you up and tickle you until you laugh like a hyena. I’ll still hold your hand when you walk down the stairs and help you put on your socks. I’ll still ask about your day at school when I pick you up after work. I’ll still put the 5,678 pictures you draw on the fridge. I’ll still stare at you when you sleep and wonder how in the world I existed without you.

Welcome to Making it Work

Welcome! And Happy Mother’s Day. Thanks for taking time out of your day to visit Making it Work, a blog that’s all about real parents who work real jobs and how they are doing their best to keep it together.

Women who Make it Work, the backbone of this blog, is a series of profiles on mothers who work in a variety of jobs. From the traditional 8 a.m. – 5 p.m. corporate world, to the pressure cooker atmosphere of criminal law, every mom has a story to tell. Our first profile will be posted on Wednesday.

Coming soon, Dad’s Take is a video series that tries to bridge the communication gap between moms and dads. If nothing else, it will be entertaining!

Start your week with Monday Momspiration, a short, weekly post about the emotional roller coaster working mothers deal with on a regular (sometimes hourly!) basis. Read Mom’s Night Out for a gossip session about daycare, pediatricians, mommy guilt or whatever currently is bugging you. Check back throughout the week for posts about career, home life and everything in between.

Have a story idea or profile suggestion? Email me at Rebecca.R.McNamara@gmail.com

Enjoy!

-Rebecca

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