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About

Ashlee is Mama of one darling boy. A 28 week early bird, now 1 and some change, doing beautifully. She lives near Chicago with her sweetheart husband and French Bulldog. She's a thinker not afraid to get her silly on. Babywearer, veggie queen, photography nut. Before the domestic days Ashlee was pursuing a future in developmental psychology but has happily shifted gears in favor of staying at home and couldn't imagine doing anything else. In her free time (ha!) you can find her whipping up babyslings, holding down the fort at Mama Speaks and spotlighting as an Itsy Bitsy Yoga Instructor.

The Language of Motherhood

I'm discovering some pretty cool things about this new world.... Just a year or so ago I was Nanny to the greatest family, and I cared for their little boy as if he were my own. We were on the go a lot and while at the park or the zoo, there was this look I often got from the Mom's- it was weird and I thought skeptical and I'd just smile it away - sometimes try to make conversation and we'd go on about our day.

But I'm a Mom now and this foreign look - I totally get it now! It's like being part of this secret society, and every time you pass another member you HAVE to acknowledge them... not necessarily with words, but with this look that says more than hours of conversation ever could. It's reassuring and proud and sympathetic and most importantly welcoming. And especially if her child is older than yours there is a wisdom that radiates without words.

So now when I pass a woman with an infant in her arms or a rambunctious toddler in tow, I too give the look and a smile... and I walk on with my boy feeling proud to be a member of the most important club in the world.

Do Dads do this too?

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  • Anonymous xmagrandmomma says so:
    8:29 AM  

    Well put!

    Yes, there IS a "secret club" --- When it's "members" meet and eyes lock in "understanding" - there is an amazing bond, isn't there?

    No longer strangers, but co-members of a club who love in immeasurable proportions: whose miraculous strength and amazing wisdom become common ground - offering spoken & unspoken support, advice - even merely "I've been there" often when needed most! (when beloved rest is a fading memory)

    Welcome! top