Children are always changing. It's the best and worst part about being a parent. On the one hand, any annoying thing your child does may disappear tomorrow with no explanation. On the other hand, just when I thought Dawson was finally not sleeping like a raccoon on meth, he decided to start wanting to nurse five times a night and then wake up at five in the morning
every day. It's the nature of the beast. No one can say parenthood is boring. Lately, I've been thinking about some of the unique challenges of being not only a mom, but a publicly and openly
conservative mom.
My son is with a babysitter right now. It's kind of weird. I've been a stay at home mom for his entire life, and when I started doing more work with Halsey Media and
Right Millennial and the various other things I have going on, it was my youngest sister watching him three mornings a week so I could go to Starbucks and work. Dawson has spent virtually all of his time with family since he was a newborn, and a solid 95% of that time has been with his mom.
But, alas, my babysitting superstar little sister isn't here. I'm in New York for work, for two weeks, and though I'm thankful to be able to bring my son almost everywhere, the reality is I do need at least a few hours every few days to really sit down and do my job. So, I found a babysitter for a few mornings a week when I'm travelling.
