I was recently sent some free Playtex products to test with my two daughters and while testing, a realization hit me. They both interacted so differently to the same products. Each one using it in a way that is unique to herself. My precious big girl and my darling baby, each showing me a glimpse into their own unique and precious personalities...
My daughters are like all siblings the world over. They’re so different yet so very similar.
Each one is a unique piece of our family puzzle.
One has hair straight as a board. The other has curls just like her daddy.
They both delight in fancy bows and hair bands.
One slept through the night at six weeks. The other is approaching a year and is still up every few hours.
They both still take an afternoon nap.
One helps me throw out diapers in the incomparable Diaper Genie Elite. The other helps me fill it up.
They both have a fascination with potty time.
One would only sleep on her back as a baby. The other only sleeps on her stomach.
I can’t help but watch them both in slumber.
One was obsessed with her soothing Playtex OrthoPro Pacifier. The other prefers her thumb.
They both look adorably ridiculous.
One is a morning bird. The other is a night owl.
They both wake up with a smile on their face.
One prefers carrots. The other likes sweet potato best.
One likes to be cuddled. The other wants her space.
They both want mommy when they fall.
One still likes to drink out of her favourite Playtex Straw Cup. The other is just learning to use her Playtex 1st Sipster Trainer Cup.
They both try so hard to be independent.
One is daddy’s girl. The other is a mess without her mommy.
They both have our hearts.
One is shy with strangers. The other is ready with a giggle for everyone.
They both reserve the biggest smiles for family.
One was crawling at six months. The other is content shuffling around on her bum for now.
They both have me watching their every move.
One is cautious. The other tests every boundary.
They both scare me to pieces.
One was an easy baby. The other has me endlessly searching websites to help figure things out.
They are both worth every sleepless night.
One is mommy’s helper. The other is helplessly young.
One is almost four years old. The other is close to celebrating her first birthday.
One is my precious big girl. The other one is my darling baby.
Each so different, yet they fit together so perfectly.
I’m the type of mom who can never get into bed before midnight.
You’re the type of mom who wakes up before the sun.
We could both use a few more hours in the day.
I’m the type of mom who buys her daughter an extravagantly detailed cake for her birthday.
You’re the type of mom who bakes her son the biggest Lego cake he’s ever seen.
We both cherish these magical moments.
I’m the type of mom who breast-fed my baby.
You’re the type of mom who gave him a bottle.
We’re both doing the best we can.
I’m the type of mom who buys my daughter leather tights to match my own.
You’re the type of mom who painstakingly knitted a matching toque for her son just in time for the Olympics.
We both blush with pride and happiness.
I’m the type of mom who likes to create crafts, paint, and read with my daughter.
You’re the type of mom who sets up a tent in the backyard and makes s’mores when it gets dark.
We’re both right where we want to be.
I’m the type of mom who insists on a fruit and vegetable smoothie for breakfast.
You’re the type of mom who swears by meat and potatoes at dinner.
We both just want to fill their bellies.
I’m the type of mom who works outside of the home.
You’re the type of mom who works inside the home.
We’re both exhausted by the end of the night.
I’m the type of mom who doesn’t get a flu shot.
You’re the type of mom who got hers the first week of fall.
We’re both trying our best to be healthy for our families.
I’m the type of mom who owes more money to the swear jar than I care to admit.
You’re the type of mom who forgot to comb her hair this morning.
We’re both works in progress.
I’m the type of mom who cooks begrudgingly.
You’re the type of mom who cleans begrudgingly.
We’re both doing it anyway.
I’m the type of mom who wants the best for her daughters.
You’re the type of mom who wants the best for her sons.
We’re both in this together.
If you liked this post, you may want to read some of our mom voices—the winners in our YMC Writing Contest.
Coca-Cola aired a commercial during this week’s Super Bowl.
It showed typical Americans doing typical American things all while singing ‘America The Beautiful.’
It was a smart and touching ad that should have had people talking about what a great country the lovely United States of America is.
It should have made its citizens proud.
Except that’s not all that happened.
Because some people forget one tiny little fact.
Fact: Non-white Americans Are No Longer Allowed to Think America is Beautiful.
Are you white?
America is beautiful (but don’t tell the coloured folks.)
You’re shit out of luck.
No, you cannot think this country is beautiful.
You want a better reason?
Better than because?
Because you speak a funny language.
Because you pronounce America wrong.
Because you want to sing about our country in your funny language.
It doesn’t matter if you’re singing about its beauty and why it’s great.
It’s in a funny language.
With weird words I don’t understand.
And it’s like terrorism.
Totally like terrorism.
I’m throwing out all my Coke. You’re basically like the Broncos of last night.
And don’t disrespect the national anthem like that.
It's beyond rude.
Not the anthem?
You're just pretending to be Americans.
So, so, so un-American.
You really suck.
Pepsi for the win.
*Disclaimer: I'm being a sarcastic asshole. If you read this and agree, I will pray for you.
If this post resonated with you, you may want to read about this lesson that I will never forget.
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