Last week, at brunch, I observed a new mommy in action. Before sitting down at her table she opened up her gigantic diaper bag and pulled out a high chair cover. She carefully placed her 9 month old son in it, Purelled his hands, and pulled out some colorful gender neutral developmental toys.
Then she sat down. However she never relaxed. Nor did the baby that was overstimulated by all the toys the mommy dumped out of her gigantic diaper bag. The overstimulated baby began to cry and the mother whisked him away in her arms and nervously rocked him. Although, it wasn't so much of a rocking motion it was more of a jitter. The jittered baby started to cry louder and the mom dumped her gigantic diaper bag out to reveal some organic snacks and juices.
We exchanged sympathetic smiles from across the room. I desperately wanted to tell her to relax. Let the baby just be. Let the baby look at your face and play with your necklace. Just relax. However, I couldn't. I was there not too long ago with my first born child. I was a nervous wreck. Becoming a mom and nurturing one child, for me, was a much harder transition then going to two and three children.
When I was pregnant with Jay I spent hours online researching the cutest diaper bag on the market. When he arrived I filled it with colorful toys, organic snacks, two changes of clothes, plenty of bibs, "emergency" bottles, baby Tylenol, extra pacifiers, and I was officially a walking nursery. I felt comfort in being prepared for the unexpected. And everything is unexpected as a new mommy.
Today. I feel seasoned.
Today. I am seasoned. I can tackle the unexpected.
What does a seasoned mom of three carry around in her purse/diaper bag everyday? My sweet and classy friend Jamie challenged me.
This is my purse/diaper bag. It measure nearly 2 feet wide. The BIGGER the bag, the SMALLER I feel. It works magic concealing my muffin top.
Take a peek inside.... This is the epitome of my classy chaos. An unorganized disaster contained within exquisite french leather. There is no method to my madness.
One headband to cover my new bangs I no longer wear down. One un-charged cell phone. One tiny and empty wallet. And a sun glass case carrying my new shades.
One very full and un-used Purell. One empty Eucerin bottle used on Lola's terrible eczema. Three shades of sassy lip gloss. One portable hard drive for the non-profit I edit for. Some kid hair accessories and an empty trial of perfume.