Recently, more than one person has suggested that I change the name of my blog. After all, I have two children now. I am certainly no longer a new mom. Right?
I really didn't think too much about the name of my blog when I started it two years ago. It sounded nice; it rolled off the tongue; no one else on Blogger was using it. I see now that it was the perfect choice, though.
First of all, I was never a Brand New Mom. I wasn't watching diaper changing videos on YouTube (hey, Sade) or waking up to feed a baby in the night for the first time (thanks for that, Brittany and Brianna). Certainly having a child that was all mine, all the time, around the clock was both uniquely exhilarating and singularly exhausting, but it was a more intense version of something that I had been doing since I was in sixth grade or so. Thus, I wasn't quite new, just Nearly New.
The other reason the name still fits is that I think I will always feel a bit like a new mom, no matter how old my little chickens get. Someone commented on another blog that I read that you should give yourself a year to get good at something. I have pondered this, and I think it rings true for many things: learning a new craft, speaking another language, riding a bike, learning to walk.
It can never be totally true with parenting, though, because the task is ever changing. Just when I was getting the hang of being a parent of one, there was Isabel. Now two kids seems doable, but Elijah needs to be potty trained. Soon Isabel will be mobile. I have certainly gained some wisdom in the past two and a half years and I pray that I will be a better parent tomorrow than I was yesterday, but it is clear to me that I will never be an expert. I will always be a least a little Nearly New.