To My Daughter on Her 6th Birthday

Maeve, Day 1

Maeve, Day 1

Dear Maeve,

Happy birthday sweetheart! 6 is a big year – you started kindergarten  and you are so good at the big sister thing we got you ANOTHER little sister!

I just wanted to tell you how proud I am of you every day. You are a smart, adventurous, curious, compassionate and loving little girl. I say little even though you really aren’t little anymore.

Each birthday for you is so, so happy for me and daddy, but also a bit sad. You are our little peanut butter. You made us parents, and as you get older there is less and less of baby Maeve and more and more of grown-up Maeve. Sometimes we’d just like to slow things down a bit, have you be our baby a little longer, but that isn’t how it works. And so we watch you grow up, get bigger and stronger and we get prouder and prouder with every day that goes by.

Mama and Maeve

Mama and Maeve

I feel sometimes like you and I grew up together. I didn’t so much know what I was doing when you were born and the first couple of months were tough as we figured each other out. You looked so wise with those deep blue-grey eyes, like you knew exactly what was going on and were disappointed to have gotten a dud of a mother in the parent lottery. But we stuck with it, and six years later I am so, so happy that you are my daughter and I am your mother.

When parents talk about having babies they always speak about how unprepared they were for just how much they would love their child. Like floodgates of love opened that they didn’t even know existed. I felt, and feel, that too for you and your sisters. But what I was truly unprepared for is how much you would love me in return. How you’d bring me apples when I was sick from being pregnant with your sisters. How you give me hugs when you know I’m feeling down. How you crawl into bed with us some nights and snuggle up close (no matter what daddy says, don’t ever stop doing that please!). How you draw me beautiful pictures of rainbows where red is the biggest stripe because you know it is my favorite color.

You have an extraordinary capacity to give, and I’ve found in life that it is by giving that you let yourself receive in return what you need- compassion, love, chocolate. You can give too much- it does happen- but you’ll find the universe will come back around and make it right somehow. Just know how much we love you, how proud we are of you, how we are here for you every step of the way as you keep growing up into the remarkable person I already see inside of you.

And the Daddy guy too.

And the Daddy guy too.

Happy Birthday baby girl! Now go eat a cupcake!



My Fairy Princess Today

My Fairy Princess Today

The Best Advice


“The only good thing to do with good advice is pass it on; it is never of any use to oneself.”
― Oscar Wilde, An Ideal Husband

What is it about parenthood that automatically makes strangers get involved in your business? I am not immune from this impulse- I see some cutie patootie stealing his third sample of dairy-free ice cream (ice soy? IDK) at Trader Joe’s and I’m all “how old is he? Has he gotten into Harvard yet? You should definitely get extra long sheets for the dorms. Have a great day!”

I don’t find the general chit chat about kids to be annoying- where I live I think the kid to adult ratio is about 142:1. You can’t sneeze without 987 parents handing you a bottle of hand sanitizer. I like when people talk to me about my kids, or even better when they talk TO my kids. You’ve never seen a prouder girl than when a lady at Starbucks quizzed Maeve all about her new baby sister, or when the dude at Chipotle spent like an hour discussing the pros and cons of flying as a superpower with Bridget (she is not impressed by it and prefers something called “pink superpower!” I’ll get back to you when i figure it out). And yes, I can hear you silently judging the businesses I patronize. Sometimes mommy needs a peppermint mocha with her burrito and Joe’s O’s, okay??

The one thing I cannot stand, though, is advice.

Advice from strangers is never advice. It is judgment. Pure, stone cold judgment. To quote from the philosopher Jerry Springer, “you don’t know me!”. Advice is given amongst friends, after synthesizing the facts of the case and intimate knowledge of the person or persons involved, preferably with two to three glasses of a good Argentinian Malbec mixed in for good measure. And as a rule, advice is never offered without a request for it. What strangers say to you is a reflection of their own issues, and you dear, are the mirror.

Forthwith, I share with you the greatest pieces of judgment I have ever received:

“Your daughter’s shoes are on the wrong feet.”

So that’s not really advice, it’s a statement of fact. And it is true 98% of the time. You know why? Allow Monsieur Louis de CK to explain:

She finally put her shoes on. 20 minutes after I told her we needed to go pick up milk. Yes they are on the wrong feet. I do not give a fuck. But thank you.

“Um, your daughter is eating rice off of the table. Shouldn’t you put a napkin down or something?.”

This one almost sent me into premature labor. One, it was said to me by an obviously childless 20-something who I could tell felt she was doing a true public service because she stopped to take her iPhone ear bud out (just one! don’t want to totally lose the T-Pain!) to share her nugget of wisdom. Two, raise your hand if you’d be pleased that your kid was actually EATING DINNER and it wasn’t something that had previously been on the floor. I see you! Three, she interrupted a very lively game of I Spy that I was playing with my other daughter. To inform me that my three year old was actually eating her dinner. Quietly. Off of a table top. That I cleaned with a baby wipe before we sat down. I should also note that these were little errant, escapee pieces of rice, not whole bowl of rice that I dumped I front of her like Alpo.

When I just went “oh, thanks” and made a face that did not correspond to the word “thanks” she replied “well I thought you’d want to know”, gave me an eye-roll, put her earbud back in and proceeded to order her burrito. I hope she ordered pinto beans before they were vegan and only just found out she ate two pounds of bacon.

“That baby really should have a hat on.”

I know what you’re thinking: Siobhan, it is almost December. Your baby really should have a hat on. But this was August. In the refrigerated section of the grocery store. Where we were for a total of nine seconds.

Sigh. “I don’t know why so many mothers use pacifiers these days.”

I can’t place this one. I was in line at Target, maybe? This was a good one because Maeve was about three weeks old and I was just emerging from a nightmare breast feeding experience and was told by my pediatrician to use a pacifier because the child was literally destroying a key piece of my anatomy. Also, note the passive-aggressive tone. I REALLY wanted to smile and say sweetly “it’s because she’s practically gnawed my nipple off, here, let me show you!” But instead I just said “if you’re willing to be up with her all night and half the day you are more than welcome to come to my house.” She switched lanes.

I’d feel differently if I thought these folks genuinely believed they were being helpful. But they knew they weren’t, they were just using me to make themselves feel superior. I’m grateful for people who point out that the baby just lost a sock or Bridget dropped a crayon. Those are helpful, actionable things to do for another person. Imparting what you feel is your wisdom to someone who did not ask for it and whom you subjectively decided needs it, is not.

So the next time someone tries to give you parenting advice, just ignore what they are saying. You’re doing your thing, the best way you know how to do it, and you are rocking it.

But that’s just my advice.