I published my first blog post three years ago today. WordPress put a little “Happy Anniversary” badge in my notifications to celebrate. Woo!
My kids were born almost exactly three years apart, so Younger Brother is now the age that his brother was when I first started blogging. Little Boy goes to preschool and my spouse goes to work, so it’s just me at home with the baby most days. I get a strong sense of déjà vu sometimes, which couples oddly with the feeling that we weren’t supposed to stay here this long, here in this lovely rented house with the bright windows and the big garage.
It’s interesting to look back on my old posts about parenting with the experience of a second-time mother. I can think of several more things to add to the list of what not to say to new parents. My tips for newborn sleep are still generally good advice, but I laugh a little at the confidence with which they were written. I’ve pulled the running stroller back out; where Little Boy used to get loudly grumpy about running, Younger Brother just falls asleep. (In related news, I’ve discovered that some newborns really do have “quiet awake” time.) And while we’re still struggling to find the right balance of TV time for our older child, we are way more relaxed when it comes to the littler one getting the occasional glimpse a television screen.
There’s been another change to my family, one that I haven’t talked about much on the blog, that also casts some of my older posts in a new light. More than a year ago, my spouse revealed that he wanted to be a woman, and, with my support, began the long and nonlinear process of gender transition. I have seen how hard it is for him in the in-between times, as he deals with a deeply internalized sense that “feminine” fashion can’t be paired with “masculine” physical features. It has reaffirmed to me the importance of making sure our boys aren’t limited to “boy” things as they grow. My spouse’s true gender identity also makes our earlier fight against falling into traditional husband/wife roles even more striking—turns out we aren’t a traditional heterosexual couple, and yet various factors kept pushing us that way.
I don’t know what the future holds for my blog. I’m most active on Twitter these days, enjoying its faster, more fleeting nature and greater interactivity. I can type a tweet with one hand while nursing; a blog post, not so much. But I’m still glad to be here—and if you’re reading this, I’m glad you’re here too.