By Mimi Hecht
Mimi Hecht is a stark contrast to the by-the-books, food pureeing, self-sacrificing supermom that many women feel pressured to live up to. Her articles like “The 10 Untruths about Motherhood” and “My Mama Manual” offer women an honest and humorous take on both the joys and hardships in trying to stay sane, stylish and spiritual in Motherland. Through her candor in addressing things like infertility, the high price of groceries or her mind-battle over circumcising her son, Mimi strives to inspire confidence in women and teach new moms to march to the beat of their own drum. To share her thoughts and celebrate all kinds of mothers, she started LADYMAMA a growing online community of modern-day Jewish women.
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"If I look at him wrong, I get a reaction that makes me feel like the World’s Worst Mom."
MY NEEDY BABY
When people used to tell me they had a “difficult” baby, I was full of judgments. I would think, “Oh, you must be uptight” and “I’m sure you're exaggerating.” After all, I had my own baby – so of course my opinions were warranted.
Little did I know that G-d would soon bless me with my own challenging bundle of joy and stress in the form of my second son.
When I delivered a boy the second time around, I experienced a funny sort of deja vu - like birthing the same baby all over again. The same gender, the same exact size, that same little pointy chin.
A million cries (both of ours) later, I have woken up to the fact that my second child is nothing like my first. I now am the proud mother of my very own “difficult baby.” Jokes on me.
Little did I know that G-d would soon bless me with my own challenging bundle of joy and stress in the form of my second son.
When I delivered a boy the second time around, I experienced a funny sort of deja vu - like birthing the same baby all over again. The same gender, the same exact size, that same little pointy chin.
A million cries (both of ours) later, I have woken up to the fact that my second child is nothing like my first. I now am the proud mother of my very own “difficult baby.” Jokes on me.
