We have been in the middle of blackberry winter over the past few days. My husband had not heard the term before now. Being from Buffalo, his seasons are Winter (I'm buried to the top of my ear muffs in snow), Spring (why is that squirrel in a life vest in the yard?), Summer (why do I own a bathing suit?), and Fall (do you smell snow?). We have had fairly nice weather since February. I have to remind myself of that in August. Boy, August is brutal. Have someone you need to punish? Try sending them New Orleans in the middle of August. The humidity combined with the smell around Bourbon Street will rehabilitate them. We like to say that we are accustomed to the humidity. As Southerners, we try to act like being in any Southern state in the summer makes sense. Let's face it, just like our family and friends in Buffalo, we know the extremes don't make a lot of sense to suffer through. In the midst of it all, we all want to move. Then, Southerners remember that their SEC football team will not be on television up north, and Northerners remember that they will have very few people willing to discuss hockey. I do enjoy the cooler weather that we usually see in May, as the blackberries blosom. My jackets and jeans are still within reach, and it prepares me for the heat that usually hits us around Memorial Day. Around then, I just look forward to our visit to Buffalo and to packing a sweatshirt in hopes of being chilly while watching fireworks.
1. I didn't know my showers would come with news updates and commercials - Yes, the shower door flies open and my little one says " I spilled the yogurt." Ten seconds later, "I cleaned up the yogurt." Twenty seconds later, "Do you want a kitty towel to dry off with?" Finally, "Do you want to build a snowman?"
2. I didn't realize I would become a connoisseur of chicken nuggets.
3. I didn't know how many rocks, pine cones, and sticks we would collect. We may start a museum.
4. I didn't know that daily decisions would be made based on princess stories and movies.
5. I didn't know I would have a child who would ask to take ballet lessons. I was always more of a football kind of girl.
6. I didn't know that white socks and white underwear are completely unacceptable. Give us some bright pinks and purples and some cartoon folks on all that...on our shirts too.
7. I didn't know that anyone could listen to a book being read a thousand times in a row.
8. I didn't realize how much fairy wings add to an outfit.
9. I did realize that my husband would have tea parties and dance with his baby when she asked. I didn't realize how much it would melt my heart.
10. We've just celebrated Mother's Day, and I was so excited to get little handprints. That is one of the things I didn't know about motherhood. Whether they are made at preschool and with the help of her Daddy, my baby girl's handprints are the best gift. I remember seeing her footprints from the hospital. When I wasn't staring at her, I would stare at the footprints. You see, the biggest thing I didn't know about motherhood was whether or not I would be a momma. We went through miscarriage and multiple IUI and IVF treatments. I have been meaning to ask Dr. Nancy Snyderman about the existence of PTSD following years of fertility battles. I think it is a thing. We know that we are blessed to have come out of it all with a precious daughter. We aren't the only people to struggle with fertility in the world. We aren't even the only people in our family. I won't give you any advice, and I can't provide words that will comfort if you are in the midst of this. We can only offer prayers for those seeking to have children and going through difficulties.