Why am I writing about unicorns? I think the correct question is why would I not write about unicorns. 😉 However, I’m not going to write about actual unicorns. I’ve been reading fashion blogs lately with the intent of both streamlining my “look” (read: not look so frumpy in clothes that are bigger than I want to be wearing) as well as my closet. If you haven’t heard of the capsule wardrobe movement or project 333 but you’re craving some simplicity I urge you to look into these ideas further! Finding a unicorn is fashion lingo for when you’ve found an item of clothing that feels and looks so good on you that it seems too good to be true. A true rarity- a precious gem…like a unicorn. Mine is my 6 year old Gap chambray shirt. I smile just thinking about it. Well I happen to think that we also have a unicorn in mothering.
I remember when my daughter was right around 9 months old and the weather officially turned wintry here in the Pacific Northwest. Gone were the evenings of long walks to kill the dead space between the afternoon nap and dinnertime…aka daddy getting home. I was working at the time but only 4 days a week so I spent a good number of those days with her at home all day. And if you’ve ever had a willful, teething 9 month old you know that those days are loooooong. I had a couple of go-to solutions that I’m not necessarily proud of but they worked. One of them was popping her in her high chair with cheerios facing the tv and turning on a Baby Einstein DVD. That always bought me an hour to cook dinner. One. Whole. Hour. For that brief season (because though they feel long they really are all so fleeting) the high chair and Baby Einstein DVDs were my unicorn.
I have had a few unicorns in my parenting career. The Ergobaby carrier. I’ll cry when it’s finally time to part with it. So many memories of both of my babies…sigh. The BOB Revolution jogging stroller. I was just telling my daughter tonight about the handful of months when every Friday morning I would go on an hour long walk so she could nap in that stroller. Well this afternoon I welcomed what I hope and pray will be this season’s unicorn…a double jogging stroller. I feel like angels should be singing and trumpets playing! This stroller is monumental for me. My husband travels a lot and I love to run. It’s been on my wishlist since my little mister was born and today I got the go-ahead to get it! I didn’t think I would need a double stroller with my kiddos being 4 years apart but my daughter is right at that age where she doesn’t need to be in a stroller for short walks but trips to the zoo are a bit much. And when it comes to runs and walks she’s not proficient enough on her bike to ride alongside while I run. So double jogger it is and I could not be more thrilled to know that I have the freedom to just head out the door whenever I want…within reason of course. 😉 This particular symbol of sanity also signifies something else. It’s a double. I have two little people that fill my heart up to near bursting. Two when for a short time I thought there might only be one. And please don’t hear me wrong in this. More kids does not necessarily mean more love, and having one child does not mean that you have “less”. I just know that my heart didn’t feel complete until the birth of my son. After we had our daughter, my husband and I knew that we wanted her to have a sibling. And tonight she climbed into her seat in the stroller and I sat my son next to her. And my heart. It ached with goodness. If that is the only time they are happy sitting side by side in that silly stroller and I never even get the awesome runs that I am currently dreaming about, it will be alright. Just to see them sitting there, side by side my two blonde babies that are mirror images of their daddy was worth every penny.
So I’ll ask it again: what is your unicorn? Do you toss your kids in the bath to ride out the witching hour? Do you pack them in to the car and drive with the windows down? Whatever it is, run it to the ground. Do it. Every day if you need to. Because those are the things that memories are made of. In our house growing up we went to the farm. A lot. We went to Chuck E Cheese’s. A lot. We went and got a box full of doughnut holes….a lot. And I don’t ever remembering those things getting “old” or “boring”. Unicorns are magic. I guarantee yours is too. Because that is what we are mamas…magic.