When I was pregnant with my first baby I read every single parenting book and magazine I could get my hands on. In hindsight, that was a mistake.
(Although, it wasn’t as big as a mistake as watching Passions, the worst soap opera known to man, which is also something I did while pregnant with my firstborn. All I can say in my defense is that it seemed like a good idea at the time.)
All those parenting books and all those magazine articles filled my head with an insane amount of do’s and don’ts. The first three years are critical in brain development. Don’t give your baby honey until after the first year. Too much water will give your baby water poisoning. Co-sleeping is great. Co-sleeping is from the devil. You must breastfeed, if you don’t you are a complete failure…..
I became terrified I was going to screw up this whole mothering thing. It got so bad that I began having nightmares and, eventually, my husband confiscated all the books and magazines.
(I’m not ashamed to admit that I followed him around like an addict whining, “But I neeeeed those. Give them baaaaack.”) There’s no junkie quite like a book junkie.
Since then I’ve been leery of most parenting books. Which is horrible because when I go to a baby shower I want to give the momma-to-be a good parenting book. (Top sign that you’re a book junkie? You assume that everyone else wants a book as a present.)
Gentle reader, I’m happy to report I’ve now found the perfect book to give someone who’s expecting a baby.
Then I Became a Mother is part biography and part gentle encouragement that not only will you survive this crazy thing called motherhood, but that you will do it successfully. Inside this book there is no list of things you must buy or the latest scientific study designed to make you feel like dud of a mother.
Instead, Robin Kramer shares her experiences and the most important things she learned on her journey while becoming a parent. The writing is good, as in “man-this-lady-can-write” good. Even better, the tone is warm and comfortable, and when you’re done reading the book you start thinking of the author as a friend. (You may even develop some small fantasies of moving to her hometown and living down the street from her.)
Finally, let me give it this high praise: your spouse will never have to confiscate this book from you. Unless it’s because you like reading it so much that they get jealous, then they hide it from you so you’ll pay attention to them.
Because that sometimes happens to everyone. Right? Right?
<Sigh, head hung down in shame> Hi, my name is Ami from Bunkersdown and I’m a book junkie.