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What I Would Have Told Myself When I Became a Mother

I wish that I could step back in time to those early moments of motherhood when normal seemed so far off, to those days when I feared that the crying would never stop, or that the baby would never wake up to eat, or that the baby would never stop waking up to eat.  I'd gently place my hands on my own tense shoulders and whisper into my ear, "Robin, everything will turn out just fine."

As a new mother, that's all that I had needed to hear.  Whether new or not, that's what most every mother needs to hear.


This post is my way of cheering you on.  It's my way of celebrating everything that we mothers do -- both seen and unseen.  It's a reminder that we're all going to make it.  So, dear moms, take heart, and take these words to heart.  They're what I would have told myself when I became a mother.

1) It Gets Easier

Admitting that the transition into motherhood -- or the transition into mothering more children -- can feel overwhelming doesn't reveal weakness or indicate that you're unfit to mother.  It doesn't imply a lack of faith.  And it certainly doesn't suggest that you don't love your child.

Rarely do new mothers allow themselves the grace to be new.  Our normal lives are suspended, yet we don't permit ourselves to be real and raw and messy. As a new mother, I longed to be swaddled as well -- to have the loose ends tightened, to settle and soothe my uneasy reflexes, to admit, without shame, that I didn't automatically have the new role figured out.

No new mother feels as if she does.  It takes time.  You'll find your footing.

2) Learn As You Go

Having a new baby is like having an alarm set on full volume without knowing when it will sound next.  During my first week home from the hospital, I took copious amounts of pictures, wrote semi-coherent thank you notes, and hovered a great deal.  Waiting on my daughter's every call, I operated under the perpetual sensation of always needing to go somewhere fifteen minutes from now, a feeling that allows too little time to actually be productive but just enough time to feel inefficient and out of sorts.

How do you navigate a day when you've never encountered its likeness before?

As much as we long to prepare for the upcoming stages in our children's lives, warding off the discomfort of the unknown in advance, we ultimately learn to mother by mothering.  Even if we take parenting classes, even if we interview friends with children older than ours, we'll still need to learn certain lessons on our own through experience.

3) Say Goodbye to Personal Space 

Personal space -- or any sense of entitlement to it -- is an illusion for those with young children.  Children don't adhere to spatial boundaries.  They reach out and touch your face while you're talking with them.  They twirl their sticky fingers through your hair.  They open doors to occupied bathrooms.  They weasel their way onto your lap when you're paying bills or working at the computer.  They sidle up beside you as you're removing scalding dishes from the oven.  They're compelled to be close while you're sorting laundry, wriggling their little selves nearer in a way that undoes all the folding that you've just done.

Yet, one day my girls won't immediately run in our direction when my husband and I enter a room.  They won't climb onto our laps when we sit down, wheedle their way between us when we hug, or fall asleep with their thumb absentmindedly slung in their mouths as they rest their heads on our shoulders.  My clothes no longer will be marked by stains from little fingers, and sticky hands will no longer make their way into my own.

And when we exit this stage, I'll miss it acutely.

One day our children will need their distance.  For now, at least, we say goodbye to personal space.

4) Remember Your Former Self

I've never yet met a woman who wasn't a better mother for remembering who she was before she became a mother.

Motherhood is an all-encompassing life alteration, a deeply-seated shift in priorities, an invitation to live with your heart outside of your body.  Decisions, both large and small, are weighed from the lens of what is best for someone else rather than what is most convenient for you.  As it should be.

Yet, it's wise for a mother to remember that she was a woman before she was a mother.  Create time to care for your needs, sustain a complete thought, and stay acquainted with your dreams and desires.  And when you're in the midst of changing diapers, fastening car seat buckles, and laying yards of Thomas the Tank Engine tracks along your living room floor, remind yourself that you're made even better by the presence of your children, not diminished by them.

We're living the lives that we're meant to be living right now.  Our children aren't holding us back.  They're helping us become who we're meant to be.

5) Redefine Accomplishment

What if we moms could see all that we're doing -- all the creating and training and coaching and supporting and loving -- rather than dwelling on all that we're not?  What if we could realize that we only need to fill our daily twenty-four hours with what we're called to do, not what we impose upon ourselves?

What if we gave ourselves grace and redefined accomplishment? 

This starts by accepting that a productive day with children will look quite different from a productive day before having children.  Accomplishments in motherhood come in many forms, and rarely are they tidy and obvious.  Redefine accomplishment. You'll discover that you're accomplishing an impressive amount.

6) Build a Support Network

The hustle of life with kids can snuff out opportunities to gather with friends or have lengthy conversations.  Isolation can break a mother down.  You begin to operate within your own thoughts, convinced that you're the only one who's struggling, the only one who's lost her temper, the only one who seems to be failing.

As uncomfortable as it initially might be, airing out our concerns and admitting our flaws brings freedom -- not only to us, but also to others.  I've never surprised another mother when I've been transparent about my worst moments in parenting.  In fact, my disclosure paves the way for her to open up in return.  Turns out, her kids are fighting, too.  She's also pretended not to hear the baby wake up and has lingered in bed for an extra twenty minutes.  She's wanted to give up and run away, as well.

Nobody is helped when we pretend as if we've always got our act together.  When we receive from and reach out to others outside the walls of our own homes, we're strengthened.  Build a support network.  You'll be a healthier person -- and a better mother -- for it.

7) Avoid Comparison
In motherhood, we often only witness our own messes.  We compare our inner weaknesses -- those ugly parts we know so well -- with other people's external strengths. 

It's inevitable.  There will be days when other mothers have it more together than you.  They'll remember to return library books, send their child to school with a treasure for show and tell, and put a dollar under the pillow in exchange for a lost tooth.  You'll forget.

Other people's children will meet milestones faster than your children will.  Facebook status updates will showcase another family's amazing activities while you're living a boring day with your messy and uncooperative children.  Neighbors and friends might point out that they've done things differently while parenting, and whether intentional or not, those comments might carry the implication that you've done things wrong.

In spite of it all, avoid comparison.  It's a trap.  Without a doubt, you are the best mother for your children.  You're not supposed to be anyone else.

8) Partially Dirty is the New Clean

The reality of life with children isn't captured in the glossy pages of Potter Barn catalogs.  Life with children means that you no longer can perfectly control your environment.  You're in the pool.  You're going to get wet.

When I see hand prints on the wall, I need reminders that it's normal for a house to churn with noise and brim with stuff when young children live there.  That it's understandable to get tired of it.  That it's natural to long for peace and quite.  That it's possible to love your kids while also wanting to take a break from them.

We all know that one day, our houses will be quiet.  One day, our houses will be clean.  This knowledge shouldn't cast guilt on us now, as if it were selfish to wish for a moment's peace or self-seeking to desire an afternoon without little hands undoing all the work that we've just done.  It's not selfish to feel these ways.  It's human.

Knowing that a stage is temporary doesn't make it less crazy.  Hopefully, though, it does give us some stamina when we're weary.  Eventually, our days will open up.

9) Just Love Them

It doesn't matter how a child enters your family -- whether he's adopted or born into it, whether she's a complete surprise or yearned for month after month with dare-I-even hope? pregnancy tests.  They're yours, and you love them.  From the first moment you lay eyes on them, you know you always will.  Without even saying it, you know that you'd die for them.

We love them enough that on many days we do die for them -- unnoticed and miniscule deaths-to-self when we place their needs and interests before our own, when we bite our tongues, when we give them the last bite of chocolate cake that we wanted to eat, when we drag our weary bodies out of our warm beds to comfort them when they're frightened in the middle of the night.

Because this is what mothers do.  We love our kids, even in our imperfection.  Even in their imperfection.  We always will.
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All text in this post is excerpted and adapted from Robin Kramer's Then I Became a Mother.  Available in both Kindle and paperback editions.  Get your copy today!

"Hilarious and spot on!" (Mosaic of Moms)

"I loved every single chapter. This is by far the best book on motherhood I have ever read." (Chris Carter, The Mom Café)

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A Gift for Moms This Holiday Season

Holiday shopping just got easier!  Do you know a new mom or a mom-to-be?  Are you looking for a perfect gift for a friend with young children?  Are you searching for a humorous, uplifting, and candid read for yourself?  Then check out Then I Became a Mother, a perfect way to bless the moms in your life this holiday season! 
 
Here's what readers are saying:

Hysterical and spot on!  Robin Kramer has the uncanny ability to use the written word to mentor a mother's heart.  A must read!

- Jennifer Mullen, Mosaic of Moms
 
I would absolutely recommend this book to ANY mother.  If you are an expectant mother, you should read it and take notes.  If you are a new mother, you should read it and take comfort.  If you are a 'seasoned' mother, you should read it, take a walk down memory lane and, then, take action to help other mothers you encounter.

- Lisa Witherspoon, The Golden Spoons
 
I got so caught up in it, I couldn’t put it down.  Robin’s words captured the experience of new motherhood in a way I’ve never been able to convey – either in spoken or written words.

- Stacie Nelson, Motherhood on a Dime
 
Give the gift of humor, candor, and encouragement today!  Available in both Kindle and paperback editions.
 
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Then I Became a Mother!

My desire is to get the book into the hands of as many moms as possible to spread the encouragement, humor, and enjoyment that readers already have discovered in its pages. 

Reader Reviews for TIBAM:

"I got so caught up in it, I couldn’t put it down."  (Stacie Nelson, Motherhood on a Dime)

"Hysterical and spot on!  Robin Kramer has the uncanny ability to use the written word to mentor a mother's heart.  A must read!" (Jennifer Mullen, Mosaic of Moms)

"This beautifully written book is the perfect gift for any expectant mother of mother or young ones. Poignant, funny, and even rueful at times, Robin Kramer's prose captures the tumult of emotions new motherhood brings in lovely vignettes. As a mother of two, I often found myself nodding in agreement, laughing out loud, or tearing up in passages."  (Jessica O'Hara, Amazon review)

"This book is a fresh and honest look at what it means to be a mother. Robin Kramer's writing is honest, funny and compelling."  (Mom of four, Amazon review)

If you're a mom looking for a great read, check out Then I Became a Mother.  It's a perfect gift for expectant moms, or any special mother of young children who could use a laugh and a dose of encouragement!

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Summer Reading for Moms


What if we moms could see all that we're doing -- all the creating and training and coaching and supporting and loving -- rather than dwelling on all that we're not?  What if we realized that we only need to fill our daily twenty-four hours with what we're called to do, not what we impose upon ourselves?

What if we gave ourselves grace and redefined accomplishment?

A productive day might look like a pile of books on the floor next to the couch where you read to your children for an hour, your cadence rising and falling like it has done hundreds of times before as you've turned those very same pages.  It might resemble a bunch of sweaty-headed kids who never got a bath because you caught fireflies late into a summer night.  It might be seen in a sink full of dishes after a family dinner.  It might sound like siblings apologizing to one another for the fourth time that afternoon.

Accomplishments in motherhood come in many forms, and rarely are they tidy and obvious.  Redefine accomplishment.  You'll discover that you're accomplishing an impressive amount.

Excerpt from Then I Became a Mother.  Available in Kindle and paperback editions for your summer reading pleasure!

Photo attribution: Josue Goge(Flickr.com)

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Celebrate Mother's Day with Then I Became a Mother!

 Mother's Day is quickly approaching.  To celebrate the special moms in your life, check out Then I Became a Mother, available in both paperback and Kindle editions!

Here's what readers have been saying about the book:

"Hysterical and spot on!" (Mosaic of Moms)

"I got so caught up in it, I couldn't put it down." (Motherhood on a Dime)

"I absolutely recommend this book to ANY mother. If you are an expectant mother, you should read it and take notes. If you are a new mother, you should read it and take comfort. If you are a "seasoned" mother, you should read it, take a walk down memory lane and, then, take action to help other mothers you encounter." (The Golden Spoons)

"This is the perfect read for those days when you wonder if you're doing anything right as a mother." (Amazon Reader Review)

"I wish that I could give this book to all new parents!"  (Amazon Reader Review)

"This book is a breath of fresh air. You will walk away a better mom because of this book!" (Amazon Reader Review)

Get or gift a copy of Then I Became a Mother today!

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Hard Copies Now Available!

There's something wonderful about curling up with a good book.  Don't get me wrong: I thoroughly enjoy reading eBooks, but I also savor the physical sensation of holding an actual book in my hands, turning its pages, and closing it, slowly and with satisfaction, upon completion of the final lines.

This is why I'm delighted to share that hard copies of Then I Became a Mother are now available through Amazon!

Here's what readers have been saying:

The way Robin weaves her advice with humor and experience is delightful.

The perfect read for those days that you wonder if you are doing anything right.  Kramer imparts wisdom, maturity, and humor in her writing.  If you need a pick-me-up or a good reminder that you are not alone, this is a must read!

Hysterical and spot on!  Then I Became a Mother is a must-read for every expecting mother, new mom, or any mom of young children.  Kramer has an uncanny ability to use the written word to mentor a mother's heart.  Her writing style is as intimate and genuine as having coffee with a dear friend.

Then I Became a Mother captures the essence of the mothering experience certainly more than any other book I've read.


I wish I could give this to all new parents... We are not as alone as it can feel.  Thank you, Robin, for writing this and giving voice to many shared feelings and experiences.

Check out Then I Became a Mother -- a gift for you and the moms you love!

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A Gift for Mothers


I wish that I could step back in time to those early moments of motherhood when normal seemed so far off, to those days when I feared that the crying would never stop, or that the baby would never wake up to eat, or that the baby would never stop waking up to eat.  I’d gently place my hands on my own tense shoulders and whisper into my ear, “Robin, everything will turn out just fine.”

As a new mother, that’s all that I had needed to hear.  Whether new or not, that’s what most every mother needs to hear.

Last week I received a message from a woman who just had finished reading the first chapter Then I Became a Mother.

"Where was this book four-and-a-half years ago?" she began.  "This will help so many mommas!  I can't wait to continue reading!"

Fellow moms -- you women who are wiping and cleaning, rocking and hushing, feeding and burping, changing and bathing, teaching and correcting, laughing and crying, cutting food into bite-sized portions and waking early to do it all again the next day -- do you realize that you're doing extremely important work?

You deserve to be cared for, too.

So, let me ask you: Are you a tired mother?  Could you use a good laugh, a word of encouragement, and a pat on the back?  If so, this book is for you.

Have you ever faced a day where you've cried more than your children?  Well, this book is for you.

Have you so deeply longed for one quiet moment that you've contemplated staging an accident where your child's favorite musical toy is mysteriously run over in your driveway?

This book definitely is for you.

Do you know a new or young mom who needs to to be uplifted?  This book is for her, too.

Today, give yourself the gift of being a more refreshed, encouraged, and lightened mom.  And bless another mom by delivering a copy right to her inbox.

Simply visit the link on Amazon and look for this green box in the upper right corner.

Buy now for yourself and give as a gift for a friend.  (Gifting an book is easy; all you need is your friend's email address.)

Don't own a Kindle?  Don't let this stop you.  You can download a free Kindle reading app for your PC here.





What readers are saying:

"Hysterical and spot on!  Then I Became a Mother is a must-read for every expecting mother, new mom, or any mom of young children.  Kramer has an uncanny ability to use the written word to mentor a mother's heart.  Her writing style is as intimate and genuine as having coffee with a dear friend."  (Jennifer Wiles Mullen, Mosiac of Moms)

"Then I Became a Mother captures the essence of the mothering experience certainly more than any other book I've read."

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Behold: a new look for Then I Became a Mother!

It's the last week of classes at the university where I teach, and over the past few days I've been collecting and evaluating final speeches and projects.  (Do you realize how many times I've sung "Livin' On a Prayer" in my head in the last several days?  Woah, we're almost there!)

In the midst of this grading-induced fervor, I wanted to take a moment to share that my recently-released book, Then I Became a Mother, is sporting a new look with a revised cover.

Stay tuned for more information!

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Behind the Scenes of TIBAM

Several months ago I thought that it would be fun to create a video trailer for the release of Then I Became a Mother.  Ah, young idealism.


Within days, I had drafted a script and contacted a local videographer, a young man whose previous gig had been to film an alligator hunting expedition in the Everglades for a television station devoted to outdoor sportsmanship.  I'm sure that he entered my house convinced that filming three children in their natural habitat would be easier than filming carnivorous reptiles in a humid, mosquito-infected swamp.

Ah, young idealism.

Roughly a half hour into the shoot my oldest daughter began to speak in jibberish, which, like a good mother, I attempted to ignore.  Finally, I made out a garbled, cryptic claim: "Mob, my lib felbs fubby."

What?  She repeated herself slowly.  "My lib.  It felbs fubby."

I did a double-take.  For no discernable reason, her bottom lip had swollen to double its normal size like she had been overdosing on collagen injections.

The videographer opened his mouth, closed it, and scratched his head.  "Maybe we'll film her from behind."

We were just getting warmed up.  The longer the filming continued, the goofier my four-year-old got.  The room was too hot; she wanted to strip off her clothing.  Walking was so boring; she wanted to roll across the floor. 

Dusk began to settle.  We rigged additional lighting sources to illuminate our set, which means that I unearthed the two photography lamps that my husband had snagged at a garage sale for $2 a piece this summer -- the two lamps whose purchase I had railed against.  "Why photography lamps?" I had questioned.  "When will ever we need mega-watt lighting?"

As I plugged in one lamp, I was momentarily blinded by its center-of-the-sun intensity.  Yes, this would work.  I alternatively contemplated how my husband was right (again) and how I might have retina damage until I was interrupted by the videographer.  He pointed to my two-year-old.  "Um, you might not want her to be doing that."

His statement was an accurate one.  The child was dipping a plastic bowl into the toilet and drinking toilet water.

Of course she was.

I had wanted a real-life video to capture the essence of motherhood, but this was a little too real.

It's safe to say that a lot of editing has been done.



And since I was shell-shocked and partially blinded by the entire experience, thus impairing my reasoning skills, I kept rolling with the chaos and created a second Then I Became a Mother video trailer.

Here it is for your viewing pleasure:



Enjoy, and by all means, spread the word!
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Great Expectations (the whisper-shout)

This weekend I'm headed to the Allume Blogging Conference.  I sense that this is coming at the precisely the right time.  On a practical level, I'm eager to learn from those bloggers who have gone before me.  I'm poised to embody the adage: Learn from experience.  Preferably other people's.

I'm old school, too.  I'll be the woman holding the legal pad and scribbling notes with a pen, not clacking at the keys on my laptop.  Look out.  I'm prepared for this to be my trademark.

On a personal level, if there's ever been a good time for me to get away for a weekend, now is that time.  I'm tired, my friends.  If I can mix metaphors to describe my current state: I've been burning the candle at both ends, holding too many irons in the fire, and sustaining an all-work and no-play existence for longer than is healthy.

Keeping up with my three dear children, managing the planning and grading for the four college classes I'm teaching, undertaking the release and promotion of my new book: Then I Became a Mother (TIBAM!), sustaining this blog, and navigating day-to-day life like hosting weekly dinners for 30 students, having an extended house guest living with our family, keeping on top of laundry and doctor's appointments and second grade math homework, and, you know, life -- has taken a toll.

The weekend of my book release my husband was out of town.  More than anything, I wanted someone to be with me.  Instead, I was working through a pile of student papers and single-handedly taking care of those children who made me a mother.  Although I kept telling myself to buck up and power through, I spent portions of the weekend alternating between sobbing, manically laughing, and, at one moment, angrily punting a Strawberry Shortcake house that had been absentmindedly abandoned on the hallway floor.  (There was some impressive loft to that kick, I must admit.) 

It's what happens when you're depleted.

I need to step back and remember who I am.  To soak up the realization that God is pleased with me -- crazy about me, actually -- regardless of my performance.  This weekend will provide an opportunity to do this.  It's also providing an opportunity to sleep in a hotel room BY MYSELF where I can wake up on my own accord, rather than being startled into wakefulness by a child who's six inches from my face and whisper-shouts her request that the-TV-remote-isn't-working-and-can-you-please-fix-it-right-now-because-we-really-want-to-watch-cartoons-please?

I'll be honest: I'm also a little nervous to attend.  Each time I think about heading into a large gathering of strangers, I recall Anne Lamott's fantastic description of the awkward mingling that leads her to skulk and then fall into a weird shuffling, lurk mode.

Knowing how my mind works, I've forewarned myself that I'll need to take reality checks throughout the conference.  I'll remind myself that I'm just one person -- that this isn't a competition or a who's-who, that my worth isn't based on the size of my platform, and that I'm not called to do what everyone else in the room is called to do.   Because no matter who you are -- whether your blog is just beginning or yielding highway traffic, whether you're clinging to dream or publishing your first book -- I'm not sure if you ever feel like you've "arrived."

I certainly don't feel as if I have.

This weekend, I'm just Robin, the imperfect Strawberry Shortcake house-punting mother who, like always, desperately relies on Jesus for my strength, my security, my provision, and my sanity.

And I expect to hear that still voice of God whisper-shouting, "That's enough, Robin.  That's enough."

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The Release: Then I Became a Mother

Can I please direct your attention to the lovely book cover in the right sidebar of this blog?  Do you realize what this means?   

Then I Became a Mother is officially published!   Can I get a TIBAM?

One click on the cover will direct you to Amazon where you can read a description and purchase it.  But first, let me share what two reviewers have said:  

If I had it my way, this book would be a required gift to each expectant mother at every baby shower.  (Christiane Bilezikian Potts, Taking on Magazines)

As a mother of three little ones, I treasure every chapter in Then I Became a Mother.  It's one of those, "she stole my diary" AND "how'd she know I needed to hear that?" books.  Like motherhood itself, TIBAM is full of laughter, tears, unforgettable stories, naked truth, and beauty.  I will recommend this book to my very own sister, and I recommend it to you. (Laura Booz, author of Blogger Behave)

Enjoy, my friends, and please spread the word!

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On the Eve of the Release

At the tail end of each of my three pregnancies, many thoughts paraded through my head.  If I recall correctly, the three most common ones (besides from wondering where I last had placed my car keys) toggled back and forth between "I'm ready to be finished with this" and "I'm not ready for what comes next" and "Bring it on."

I'm feeling extraordinarily pregnant today. Not in terms of cramping legs, baby kicks, or the rumbling of early contractions, but in terms of being on the cusp of something new.

Then I Became a Mother will be released tomorrow.  Years ago, the idea was conceived.  (Gestation periods for books, at least if I'm the author, are significantly longer than gestation periods for babies.)  Since its conception, I've watched the idea grow.  At times, I've been sick over it, a tense and nauseous mess who'd rather curl back up in bed and eat Saltines than forge ahead.  Along the way, I've often wondered what the idea would look like when fully-formed.  Would its likeness reflect my eyes?  My humor? 

So, today I pace, knowing that tomorrow marks the day when the book comes to life and is laid bare to the world.

Each one of us faces moments like this -- these interims of pregnant expectations -- when we put ourselves and our efforts on the line.  We bare our hearts, we speak our minds, we press publish, and we're unable to control how others will react.  It's hospital-gown-wearing vulnerable.

Now, especially now, I ground myself for the intermingled joy and pain that is to come.  Others will love the book, I believe, yet I can't let their praises inflate me.  Some will not, I presume, yet I can't let their critiques unravel me.  In Christ alone -- I breathe these words in and out rhythmically -- is where I ground my worth.

And I nervously chew on ice chips, but that's beside the point.

Months from now (once the sleep-deprivation lifts), I'll look deeply into the face of my book and gently advance through its pages.  As my gaze lingers over the words that were lovingly chosen and painstakingly arranged, I'll realize afresh that its completion confirms a part of God's calling on my life.  If only because of that, the book will be beautiful in my eyes.  I'll forget the pain of bringing it into the world.

That's probably when I'll want to write another.  But that's beside the point, too.


And here is the cover!  One look reveals why the recent discovery and gift of a dandelion was so significant to me!

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Who Are You?

I hear it in my head at times.  There's a background soundtrack that creeps into the forefront of my thoughts and asks me, point blank, "Who are you to write a book?  Who are you to set yourself up as a voice for mothers?"

And these are legitimate questions because, well, who am I, really?

I'm a woman who remembers to show up at my daughter's soccer practice, but forgets the water bottle, the portable lounge chair, and the extra windbreakers for the kids to counterbalance the fact that the soccer field is inevitably 10 degrees colder than anywhere else in my town.  (Perhaps my state.)

I'm a mother who loses her patience as I'm getting my girls ready for church on Sunday mornings.  Can you just put your shoes on your feet, child?  Shoes on your feet.  Shoes!  On!  Your!  Feet!  We're going to be late.  TO CHURCH!  And fire flashes from my eyes and my voice hits an unnerving decibel and I walk through the church lobby looking at the other mothers and wondering if they, too, have already needed forgiveness before they entered the 9:00 service.

I forget to pre-treat laundry.  I didn't serve any vegetables at dinner this evening.  Tonight, none of my children got their baths.

I try my best, but clearly I don't always have my act together.  (I never want to pretend that I do.)  In short, I'm a typical mom.

And that's why I wrote Then I Became a Mother.  Because we need reminders that we're not alone in this gloriously imperfect mess of motherhood.

Today, I took my daughters on a nature trail that we've never visited before.  The girls found a pile of fallen leaves, raked them with their hands until the pile swelled to the perfect size, and then jumped with abandon.  Breathing in the earthy mustiness, I soaked in every detail: how the sunlight illuminated the golden leaves as they erratically found their way to the ground, how the girls' laughter spilled forth, how the wind blew my hair.

I've known what it's like to endure motherhood, to grit through the hours until bedtime, to yearn for the day when we finally pass the stage of nighttime wakings or temper tantrums or potty training.  But as I watched my daughters playing in that pile of leaves, I wasn't enduring anything.  I was attempting to stuff my heart full with the sounds and sights and smells.

An hour later when we returned to our car, our jackets were marked with burrs and the girls' knees bore dirt stains.  My oldest daughter pointed to the ground.  "A dandelion!"

This is a rare find -- an improbable find, really -- on a mid-October day when the Pennsylvania ground frosts overnight and the earth is littered with fallen leaves.  But there it was: a dandelion.


Unaffectedly, my youngest daughter plucked it from the ground it and handed it to me as an offering.  An imperfect gift, much like motherhood.

And at that moment, I cried. 

To be continued.
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TIBAM!

See that stack of paper?  You're looking at the printed final draft of my book, Then I Became a Mother.  Occasionally I refer to the book by its acronym: TIBAM. 


Of course, you've got to pronounce it correctly.  The stress obviously goes on the second syllable. TI-BAM! 

Feel free to imagine me saying this while giving my thigh a good-natured slap.  Or, you could envision its use in a comic where the superhero freezes time and meets all of the physical, emotional, intellectual, and social needs of her children while simultaneously preparing a nutritious dinner, completing an elaborate craft from Pinterest, and reaching the end of the day without one stain on her clothing.


 

But most often, I find myself saying TIBAM throughout the day when I notice something about my environment -- or something about myself -- that wasn't evident seven years ago before I became a mother.

When I slide open the top rack of the dishwasher and realize that every single item is either a plastic bowl or plastic cup, I shake my head and chalk it up to TIBAM.

When I memorize the PBS cartoon lineup, it's because of TIBAM.

When I'm woken at six in the morning by a child who urgently wants to know whether it's true that the national bird is an eagle, TIBAM is written all over it.  Ditto for when a child discovers that a stamper works on her sister's head.  Or when the child sitting in the back of the minivan shouts "DUCK!" each time we drive beneath an underpass -- and I repeatedly comply with the request.

When I station myself at the kitchen table to help my oldest daughter with her nightly math homework or find myself spending a Friday evening at the sidelines to watch soccer practice, it's due to TIBAM.

When I rummage through my purse in search of my car keys but instead find a diaper, a naked Barbie, Goldfish cracker crumbs, and a pine cone, TIBAM is at work.

When I see the young mother in the supermarket -- the one hushing her crying newborn, the one who feels like the walls are closing in on her, the one who hasn't yet had the chance to learn from experience that the cries aren't as upsetting to anyone else as they are to her -- I want to hug her and tell her that it's going to be okay, because, well, TIBAM.

When I understand that it's possible to be equally thankful for bedtime at night and awestruck by little faces in the morning, I utter a quiet TIBAM.

When I find myself rushing some of these days to escape their tedium and when I desperately cling to these days to soak up their goodness, I know that it's all part of TIBAM.

Then I became a mother.  TIBAM!  It changes everything, doesn't it?

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This is the blog post in which I tell you that I've entirely finished my book.

I've entirely finished my book. 

I told you that I'd tell you this.  (The post's title entirely killed the suspense, didn't it?)

Sorry about that; I'm a bit excited.  So excited, in fact, that you might have heard the shout and the thud when I emailed the final revisions to my publisher.  The shout was triumphant.  The thud was me dropping to the floor in delirious exhaustion.

The dream to write this book hatched over five years ago.  I can't quite express how it feels to know that this dream will become a reality when Then I Became a Mother is finally released on October 20, 2012. 

What I'd most like to say is thank you to each of you readers.  You see, this blog provided the impetus for me to turn my abstract dream into something tangible.  I had talked about writing a book.  I had jotted down ideas and sent snippets of stories to a few friends in emails.  But until I began writing here at Pink Dryer Lint two years ago, I hadn't gotten serious and taken the necessary steps to make that book a reality.

Over these two years, though, your readership and support did something for me.  They convinced me that I had valuable things to say.

I absolutely cannot wait to share those things with you.  I guarantee that if you like this blog, you're going to love this book.

In these next few weeks, I'll be giving you some sneak-peeks.  I'll share the cover design with you.  I'll let you preview the video trailer.  I'll invite you to check out the website and read a sample.  As for now, I'll share my head shot with you.

For the record, this is the best I can possibly look.

I'd also like to ask you to partner with me.  Would you help me to spread the word?  You could tell your friends, share the news with a mom's group that you attend, or tell the women's ministry at your church.  You could post about it on Facebook.  If you're the author of a blog, I'd be delighted for you to write a review.

Let's talk!

Feel free to email me directly (robinkramerwrites@gmail.com) or leave a comment below if you'd be interested in sharing about Then I Became a Mother in any of these ways.

Above all, thank you.  You've helped me to write a book!

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