Daily Dose of Mama: Can My Son Join This Conference Call?

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Can My Son Join This Conference Call?

This morning I had a business meeting with arguably the most important person I have ever met. Not to me personally, but as far as people with high power jobs in the country, yes, this man is probably the most important. He is the [insert very, very high position here] of an organization that you hear about all the time on the news and other places. Intimidating, to say the least.

I will be working with him directly on a professional journal I edit (I'm an editor in my professional life). I've been nervous and intimidated for days leading up to this one-on-one meeting. I represent my journal and a lot of people a lot more important than me.

The great news...I knocked it out of the park. I was knowledgeable, prepared, confident, engaging, and comfortable. I felt GREAT about it.

About 20 minutes later I noticed that I had a white spot on my black pants. A BIGish white spot. This professional-with-it lady had forgotten to check her black professional dress pants after her stint as an Everyday Mama whose Little Bug likes to brush his teeth and then kiss her pants to get her to pick him up.

Oops.

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Everyday Mama

I'm a 32-year-old everyday mama. My husband (Appa) and I adopted our first son Little Bug (at 10 months old) from Korea in September 2008. We adopted our second son, Little Bro, from Korea in April 2011 at age 21 months. We adopted our third son,Little Moon, at age 3 in November 2013. I've wanted to be a mama for a long time, but I'm still trying to figure out the reality of it all and take time to enjoy the delicate beauty of the highs and the lows.

I worked full time as an editor, which I loved; but I made the bittersweet decision to stay home with my children after Little Bro came home. I'm now clumsily finding my footing in a new world of housekeeping, menu planning, budgeting, cooking, cleaning, and rainy-day activities, as well as navigating the world of IEPs, parent advocacy, and special needs education (spoiler: I suck at house work). My husband is hot and smart and quiet and loyal, and I think (know) my sons are the cutest, happiest little boys in the world.

I also struggle at times with mild depression, anxiety, post-adoption depression, my husband's constant absence due to his stressful and super time-consuming job, the challenges of helping my older son with his sometimes exhausting special needs, and our transition to a family of three little boys with just 19 and 14 months between them. I worry way too much about what people think of me, hate talking on the phone, and I am trying to trust myself more.

Oh yeah, I'm unable to give birth to children; love books, writing, traveling, and the color brown; hate to clean, cook, craft, or do laundry; allergic to pretty much everything but food (thank God); and think camping in anything but a tent is lame.

I needed somewhere to drop my daily mama thoughts and musings on toddler poop to avoid massive clutter and ramblings on our private family blog. Writing it down on paper is so '90s.

This is my everyday "blournal" as I navigate through my life as a first-time (or is it third-time now?) mama and long-time me. So....hi.

You can contact me at daily.dose.of.mama (at) gmail.com.

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As an editor, I deal with people on a regular basis who think images or content on the internet (whether it does or does not have a copyright designation) are "fair use." Your lesson for the day is that anything someone writes or creates that is published on the internet is copyright protected, whether he or she spells it out or not. Although I doubt anyone wants to steal my riveting posts on toddler poop, it doesn't hurt to educate the world about the wonderful magic of online copyright law.