Happy New Year! 2019 was another successful year for Fairfield County Moms Blog! As a collaborative blog written by and for local moms, our primary focus is delivering valuable content to YOU, our mommy readers. This year our contributor team doubled in size. Each contributor opened themselves up and poured out their hearts, sharing personal parenting experiences and perspectives, as well as fun and creative things to do around the county. In partnership with local businesses we were able to connect you to valuable information, products, and services that are relevant to your lives.
Here is a list of our top 10 most viewed posts of 2019! Make sure to read the posts you may have missed, reread the posts that you were able to connect with, and share the posts you love!
“I had this vision of the mother I wanted to be. And I carry a past which drives me to want to be so much more for you. I knew I had to be more for you. But on ugly days like these I feel like I am failing. And it terrifies me that I’m not the person I said I would be. It terrifies me that I’m not being the person you need me to be. And in these moments I feel ashamed because I’m the one you look up to.”
“We both had hope. We knew she was meant to be with us. How could anyone tell me that this perfect little baby wasn’t meant to be with us? I will never forget that night for the rest of my life. We were in one of our darkest hours, praying, hoping, clinging to the smallest little glimmer of hope.”
“I know in this moment you feel overwhelmed. The baby is crying. The dinner has to be made. The unwashed dishes are flowing out of the sink. The laundry is piled in stacks. The mess reflects how you feel inside. You can’t relax. And you can’t keep up.”
“But there’s a side to me that only my close family and even closer friends know. It’s the side that’s just trying to stay afloat. If you look at my face, you might see a relatively happy (albeit socially-awkward) person. But what you’d really be looking at is someone living with anxiety and depression.”
“I have taken each hit in stride and powered through. Unfortunately, it hasn’t been without a cost. I have been surviving, not living. I haven’t been taking care of myself the way I know I need to.”
“Yes, that’s my son. I’m so very sorry that he bit your child on the slide. Yes, that’s my son. I’m sorry that he’s melting down on the floor of your store. Yes, that’s my son. He often talks a lot about what he’s interested in but won’t wait for your input. Yes, that’s my son. I’m sorry that he’s disruptive, sometimes he screams when he’s frustrated instead of using his words.”
“Fitting in. It can be hard. My little first grader, my first born child was trying to figure it out and make sense of the social world around her. This was a new stage of parenting. A different kind of layer. As a mama bear it can be hard to watch because you want to protect them, shield them from it all.”
“After hundreds of pictures, hours of dancing, and a full night of partying, I unzipped the dress and put it away…never to be worn again, right? Wrong!”
“The moral of our story? Stay open to options you may have dismissed or looked down upon in the past. I can’t say where we would be today had we been too stubborn and closed-minded to try something new.”
“It got me thinking – why is this show great? Sure the actors are amazing and their banter is what primetime TV lives for, but I realize it’s something more than that. It’s a testament to our need for all types of people in our life. These girls represent the people we all should have around us.”