I just finished reading Judith Warner’s Perfect Madness: Motherhood in the Age of Anxiety. Considering I haven’t read a book since I became a mother, that in itself should tell you a lot.
There’s a few things you don’t realize the importance of until after you have kids. Okay, there’s a lot of things, but as of late, it’s night lights. I don’t want to jinx myself, but I’m pretty certain our new toddler bed child will be making her way to our room on more than one occasion. So, she might as well find it in style.
Let me guess: The baby’s room is a dream come true – wallpapered and bordered, with hand-painted initials hanging from the wall. It’s perfectly coordinated, straight out of a magazine. The funny thing is, your 6 week-old does not care if his Moses basket matches his crib sheets, matches his diapers matches, his curtains. Liven things up a little!
If you haven’t figured it out yet, we here at Cool Mom Picks like underground, lesser-known, but just as fabulous cool stuff. Nothing against the mainstream parenting paraphernalia, but there’s something about reading a plainly printed, hand folded zine that makes us giddy. It doesn’t hurt that they feature top-notch work from writers slash parents.
Here at Cool Mom Picks, we feel you get what you pay for. That is why we recommend the Swiss-made Svan highchair for the practical parent who’d rather coordinate with her dinner table than with her baby’s bouncy seat.
Around the time our second son was born, I came across an amazing book, The Bitch in the House: 26 Women Tell the Truth About Sex, Solitude, Work, Motherhood, and Marriage, a collection of essays edited by Cathi Hanauer.
It may be a woman‚Äôs prerogative to change her mind, but that‚Äôs small comfort when your walls are defiled with telltale nail holes. Fickle decorators, take comfort. Modernseed, purveyor of all things fabulous, has an amazing selection of reusable peel-and-stick wall decals to splash across your child‚Äôs room or playroom.
I’m reading Inconsolable: How I Threw My Mental Health Out With the Diapers by Marrit Ingman and you must too. She is my new hero. Her writing is rollicking and riotous and searingly honest, even as she describes her postpartum depression during the first year of her child’s life.