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What I’d Tell My Younger Self

3 Things by Erin Dymowski, Sisterhood of the Sensible Moms

3 Things by Erin Dymowski, Sisterhood of the Sensible Moms


Somebody pass me a tissue.

No, really. I am an open nerve, a leaky faucet of emotion, a literal hot mess.

What has me bouncing like a baby on an emotional yo-yo? Well, my daughter graduates from 8th grade and my baby graduates from kindergarten at a school that celebrates such things with the kind of pomp and circumstance that necessitate an industrial strength hanky and waterproof mascara.

Oh, yeah, and my first baby turns 16 at the end of the month.

I am tearing up at every last band concert, class dance, and taco lunch. Heck, I can barely make it through the carpool lane without looking in the glove compartment for some leftover McNapkins. But if time is rolling on, it has also given me a lovely back window to look through. If I could go back in time, these are some things I might tell my younger Mom self.

Chill out. Time has taught me that babies who walked at 8 months don’t look any different than those who first walked at 15 months when they are entering kindergarten. I could have used a nice telephoto lens into the future back then… or a back rub and a glass of wine.

Trust the Momma instincts. I was scared in that deep, sick-in-my-stomach, can-barely-say-the-words-aloud kind of scared, about what could be wrong with my my 4th baby. At his one year check-up, I held my head up and laid out my case. Wonder of wonders, this beautiful doctor did not dismiss any of my concerns. As it turned out, he had really, really poor eyesight correctable with glasses. From the moment that baby held my face in his hands when he finally saw me through his new glasses, I have been a new mom.  Sometimes Mommas just know.

Put Away the Parenting Books. The best moms are “a little bit country, a little bit rock and roll.” Now, I would read less parenting books and watch some more crappy TV.

Appreciate the moment. I would be present. Look at each stage for what it was. And slow down. I cannot believe my baby turns 16. It’s a blink of an eye, people.

Get a Decent Haircut. I coulda-woulda-shoulda have taken a little more time for me from the get-go. I had 3 kids in 3 years, and my needs were dead last in every equation. Once I decided to take some time for me and scheduled time for a decent haircut, I also developed the confidence that I was on the right track.

kids on dock


My fellow blogger, Ellen, and I might never have met our fabulous group of friends — or each other — without the wonderful MOMS Club.

For two girls who were brought to a rural county to raise their babies with NO support network AT ALL, this wonderful club was the lifeline we needed. Finding another mom that is right with you on the road is so important — birds of a feather and all that.

You can all muddle through this parent thing together. And misery does love company.


I love music.

You can read some of my playlists here, here, and here. The SONOS radio has rocked my world — literally and figuratively.

If the HiFi sound quality and the easy, wireless set-up weren’t reasons enough to love it, then there’s this: you can stream your entire music library, music services and internet radio stations AND control it from anywhere with your phone, iPad, or computer.

It’s so versatile you can put it anywhere, horizontal or vertical.


Contributor: Ellen from Sisterhood of the Sensible Moms
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