One of our great submissions from our first blog contest. Reprinted with permission. Tiffany is a stay at home mama of four from Cumming, GA. I am a Janeite, science nerd, child-wrangler, former middle school teacher, and compulsive blogger at http://tiffanyselephants.blogspot.com.
I cloth diaper. You’d think with all the laundry I do, I would check my sanity at the door for having signed up for this. I LOVE it!
I have tried several different systems. There are some that are cheap, there are some that are pretty. There are some for Mommies (fun prints) and some for Daddies (quick and easy).
I genuinely like laundry in general, which is good. If you have more than one kid, you know that laundry isn’t like addition, it is exponential. I like it because there is a concrete “done” factor. You start, you finish, clean clothes, magic. It smells nice, it is warm. It feels good and reminds me of being five. Kinda like home-made bread.
But I particularly like diapers. They are like baby socks. Tiny and limited to babies. I feel like I am handling Charlotte’s Babyhood. I was genuinely depressed when Amelia potty trained. Mind you I was thrilled that she got teeny tiny panties, (which I also enjoy folding, little girlhood) and we got a measure of independence…but it is exiting babyhood. It is a beginning, but it is an end. I love my kids at every stage, and look forward to each and every one. But I mourn every one, too. (With the exception of the sleeping-only-two-hours-at-a-time one.)
I started cloth diapers on Amelia when she was a little over 2. A friend tried them and they weren’t too bad…not like when I tried them on Gabriel with cheap dipes from Walmart…suffice it to say, it wasn’t great…BUT there are so many more options! Since starting cloth, I have had NO blow outs. I have also not had near the allergies or the rashes. They are cheap compared to disposibles. They also have the added bonus of the cute fluffy butt!
I love being a mommy. I like my job. I like the every day stuff. I like being there with my kids. I think my conclusion is:
Laundry Soap and Bread Cooking Smell = Security, I guess. Mommy’s there.