Book Review: Freefall to Fly


Freefall to Fly is Rebekah Lyons’ memoir about a jarring move from Atlanta to New York City, the panic that induced, and how she escaped the trapped feeling.

I actually discussed this book with a group of other women who had read it, and only after the discussion with them did I come to the conclusion that this book could be for almost anybody, but it is certainly not for everybody. What do I mean by that? I mean, I know a good portion of any given group of people I would recommend this book to would probably like it, but I have no idea how to tell which people they would be.

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What Being a Working Mom Means to Me

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(Photo credit: hcplebranch) Creative commons license.

Alright, everyone. It’s time for some more mom talk. I’ve written before about being a working mom, and how that affects my family dynamic, but I wanted to address how it affects me as a person.

When I was fresh back to work post-baby, I read a lot of advice about being a working mom. Some of it was really helpful, and some of it was hurtful. But very little of it offered and insight into how working and being a mom would affect me.

I always try to be pro-whatever-works-for-your-family. But there is very little support out there for working moms, aside from the old “it’s okay to have a life outside of your kids” bit. I have several mom friends who recently re-entered the work force, or who will be returning to work post-baby soon. I don’t want them wandering the Internet for advice, feeling more and more discouraged with every mommy blog or advice column they read, like I did. So I’m offering these tidbits and hoping they help those moms I do know, as well as (fingers crossed) a mom or two I don’t know.

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Your Daily Cry

Oh. My. Gosh, everyone. Drop everything you’re doing and watch this immediately (it’s a 12-year-old interviewing his mother):

As a new mom myself, I often wonder what Baby I will be like when she’s older. The most obvious questions are really common ones, like, what will she be like? What will our relationship be like?

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You might remember me writing about a sticky situation between Baby I and my husband, A. Today, I was feeling confident enough to finally (finally) write a piece about that situation getting a little better. I wrote a line about catching a glimpse of a life where we all three lived like a real family.

And then I got to thinking about the word glimpse (us writers do that. Get stuck on words.)

The essence of a glimpse (momentary, passing) is like life with a child. Or, I suppose, life in general. But I will say that having Baby I was like pressing the fast forward button – life is moving so much more quickly than it did before. I was pregnant with her. Blink. She was here. Blink. She was crawling. Blink. She’s nine months old, THIS CLOSE to walking and talking. Blink.

I’ve told people before that certain things she does give me glimpses into the person she will be. The way she sleeps, all spread out, mouth relaxed, hands above her head. The way she stands, holding her stuffed Big Bird down at her side. The way she smiles when she’s drinking water out of her sippy cup. I see a child, not a baby.

In some ways, the future seems so near. In others, I can’t see it at all.

Do you ever catch little glimpses of your future? Is it so difficult to hold on to them? Do you even want to?

Some More Parenting Talk

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I have covered my thoughts on the so-called “Mommy Wars” before. But today I feel like I need to plead with my fellow moms (at least, the moms of my generation): stop it. Please, please, stop it.

I have not met a mom of a baby or toddler yet who hasn’t personally felt judged by something someone has said about parenting, whether that something was said on TV, in a magazine, or on Facebook (which I am now calling Hatebook, thanks to my blogger hero Jen Hatmaker).  And I’m pretty sure I have all the types of moms in my friend arsenal: crunchy granola moms, moms who formula-feed, moms who let the TV help them watch the kids for a few minutes, moms who cloth diaper, stay-at-home moms (of both varieties – those who do only because they wanted to and those who do because they wanted to and they can’t afford childcare) and working moms (also of both varieties – because they love their jobs or because they need to for financial reasons). Conclusion: no one is immune from this judgy cloud of paranoia and hate.

Case in point:  I saw this graphic on my Hatebook newsfeed the other day.

The mom who posted it loves her kids and wanted to make a point about responsibility. And I think that’s fine. But in doing so, she singled out a lot of her fellow moms, who were quick to point out that some moms have more photos of themselves than their kids for a multitude of reasons, not least of which is that they don’t feel comfortable posting lots of photos of their kids online (we all know that once you post a photo online, it’s there forever in one form or another).  Responsibility is very good. But is there some number of times which a mom is allowed to go out without her kids before she’s considered in the wrong? And if so, I would very much like to know what that number is (sarcasm here).

I think it’s great to be curious about what other moms are doing (i.e.: method of diapering, breastfeeding vs. formula, age at which to introduce solid foods). But within the past few years, I’ve noticed that as a society, we’ve become nearly incapable of sharing our ideas without inflicting judgment on moms who don’t do it our way. And this is so incredibly hurtful.

Something I need to admit to you, dear readers: I struggled with postpartum depression for a few months after Baby I was born (post about that to come). And I can tell you that one of the most crushing, debilitating things a mom who is struggling can hear is that she’s doing it wrong. It still hurts now that that cloud has lifted and I feel ‘normal’ again. I can’t stand it.

It’s just human nature to think that the way you’re doing things is the best way. After all, it’s your best way, or else you would be doing something different, yes? But let me propose something to you:

Breastfeeding moms: smile at a mom feeding her baby a bottle without mentioning that breast is best. Acknowledge that bottle feeding is a bonding experience as well.

Moms whose babies sleep in cribs: high-five a co-sleeper. Toss that crap about safety out the window. Get warm fuzzies when the co-sleeping mom tells you how much she loves waking up next to her baby. Don’t worry about when/if the baby will move to a separate bed later; that’s the mom’s job. Not yours.

Stay-at-home-moms: praise your working mom friends for finding a caregiver for their babies who loves the baby almost as much as they do. Do not remind the working mom that she spends 8+ hours away from Baby every day. Open your mind to the possibility that this separation is good for the entire family. Do not assume that the family could make one income work if they really wanted to. That family is not your family.

Detachment-style parents: help a baby-wearer carry her grocery bags. Don’t scoff at her and assume she can just put the baby down for a second. Entertain the idea that this is the best nap the baby gets all day.

You get where I’m going right? I know, I KNOW that all the moms out there can remember how tough it can be when they’re uncertain of their parenting choices and just trying to make it work. Taking sides in the mommy wars is a way to proudly proclaim to the world the way you do things. If you can’t do that without implying that someone else’s way is second best, I’m asking you to stop. Think. Empathize. Love. Show respect for your fellow mom, no matter who she might be.