I adore this week’s Blog Friend Feature. She’s proving that you can still live a completely fabulous life even after motherhood. And yet, as glamorous as her life seems, she’s still a totally down-to-earth friend.
Meet Jill from Glamamom.
Hello Ladies! (and possibly Gentlemen?) I’m thrilled to be Shell’s BFF today. Things I Can’t Say is one of the first blogs I started reading when I immersed myself in the blogging community last June after becoming a mama and deciding to chronicle my own journey at Glamamom.
A million thanks, Shell, for introducing me to your readers and all the support. It’s been an honor getting to know you through your thoughtful words and I look forward to the day when we can laugh together in person (and discuss X)!
For those unfamiliar with Glamamom, my huz, son, pup, and I reside in New York City. The Big Apple, the Concrete Jungle, the City That Never Sleeps, the Empire City, Gotham, the Financial Capital of the World, the City So Nice, They Named It Twice.
I won’t lie, some days it’s so mind-blowingly exciting, I have to pinch myself. Celeb neighbors? Check! An 850-acre back yard? Check! Broadway? Check! Fashion Week? Check! Nightlife? Shopping? Chinese food at 4 a.m.? Check! Check! Check!
And that’s what my blog is about, the fun stuff, the inspiration, an attempt to stop time and take it all in.
But don’t let it fool you. Life in Manhattan is challenging on a good day and can be far from glamorous:
Ever hear of sidewalk rage? It’s the pedestrian’s equivalent of road rage. Since NY’ers walk everywhere, when someone in the crowd isn’t going with the flow or proceeding fast enough, heart attack-inducing rage courses through your veins. I’m certainly guilt of having murderous thoughts, so just imagine what it’s like trying to navigate the bustling streets with a stroller, gear, and cranky toddler daily! Pray for me.
Our living quarters leave much to be desired too. How about 1,500 square feet (rather large by NYC standards) in which to make a home for children, a dog, and all your shoes?! That leaves no space to hide.
Oh, and that doggie? Well, he needs to be walked 4 times a day, on a leash, and we have to pick up his poop. As if I don’t have enough poop to deal with throughout the day.
Then there’s the cost of well, everything. Paying 3 times as much for groceries makes you reevaluate if you really need those Entenmann’s cookies. And don’t even get me started on the cost of preschool and the insane application process!
But my worst fear, and what I anticipate will be the most challenging aspect of raising children in a city so full of excess, is that a childhood in Manhattan will rob them of their motivation and drive to succeed. That they’ll feel entitled and have unrealistic expectations. I shudder to imagine my children like one of the kids of Gossip Girl, growing up too fast, and being exposed to too much too soon.
So, yeah. It’s not all that glamorous when you get down to it. Can parenthood ever be? I know these nuances aren’t limited to big city life. We’re all dealing with limitations and challenges.
But if you don’t mind, I think I’ll just go ahead and keep on focusing on the fabulous.
Please leave Jill some comment love here and then go follow Glamamom if you don’t already!