Hi, My Name is Normal

Since this is my first blog entry, I find it necessary to use this as my mission statement. The goal of this blog is to let people, especially mothers and fathers, know that they are now alone. No, you are not the first mom to ignore your screaming child in the backseat while you sit in a line for thirty minutes at Starbucks. No, you're not the only father who acts like he doesn't know how to do things so that the experienced mommy will take over ("Well...I don't know how these diapers work" as you hand her a child with a diaper on backwards.) Did you ignore a WELL overdue dirty diaper because your child just went to sleep, and all you want is a nap because you got two-hours of sleep last night? Been there. Did you drink a glass of wine while breastfeeding hoping that your child would get a miniscule amount of alcohol and sleep during the night? Well, I won't admit to it if you won't. (That doesn't work by the way. If you visit Le Leche League's website, you will see that alcohol consumption while nursing, though a small amount in moderation won't hurt the baby because such a small amount makes its way into the breast milk, it actually leads to restless sleepers. Not that I put any thought into this.) Did your baby fall off the bed because you didn't realize she was that mobile, and you just wanted to pee without judgmental baby staring at you? Well, you get the idea.

Not that this blog is only about parenthood. I have f-ups and mistakes in judgment in all aspects of my life. And that's the point. Life isn't about succeeding. If we were all born proficient at what we wanted to do, there would be no journey. There would be no Behind the Music, no Project Runway, and most importantly no Iron Chef. Life is about the f-ups, because without f-ups, we're all the same.