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Natty Papailiou never thought that she could ever love anything as much as she loved cheese. The birth of her son August changed all of that – now Natty realizes that she could never love anything more than eating cheese while her son naps. Natty is a writer living in Monmouth County with her husband Augie. She is the author of the weekly blog MILF: Mother I’d Like to Friend and she loves funny poetry, playing tennis, baking cakes from scratch and going to rummage sales…but really, as a full time mom, who’s got the time? Natty is the founder of WIP: Women in Power, a women’s group that meets monthly. She is also prone to spontaneously busting out into made up songs, which she is proud to say her 2 year old son seems to have inherited. She is an active member of Holy Trinity Lutheran Church in Red Bank and encourages everyone to sin boldly.

Miscarry? Carry Her.

In the past three months, 4 women I know have had miscarriages.

No one knows what it’s like to lose a baby that was growing inside of you, except for the women who have. I don’t know what it feels like so I will not attempt to speak about it here.

But what I will say is that those of us who have had a friend miscarry may not be able to relate to her loss — but we certainly can contribute to being part of her recovery.

People are so uncomfortable with death.  They have no idea what to say, so sometimes they say nothing at all.  And here, we are dealing with the death of a young life.

Here’s what NOT to say:

Maybe it’s all for the best.
God must have a new angel up there.
There will be other babies.

These statements come off as trite and even hurtful. Of course there will be other babies. But this woman just lost THIS baby. HER baby.  And it’s important to remind her that her child’s life, however short, was meaningful.  She needs to grieve this loss, and if she’s your friend, you need to support her.

So how can you do this?

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Give Your Kids God

My dear friend Sue has a plaque that she keeps at her work station.  It reads “Attention everyone, this is God. I will be solving all of your problems today. I do not require your help.”

I find this notion extremely comforting. But don’t get me wrong – I don’t think God means for us to lay on our couches, pork rinds in one hand, a phone in the other, ordering up additional couches we don’t need from Pottery Barn while smirking “Get a loada this, one, Big Guy!” as we gaze heavenward and expect God to somehow pay our credit card bills and not make us obese with no action whatsoever on our parts.

But, I love the idea that there is something bigger than ourselves, some entity, in fact, with whom we can have a deep and personal connection.  I fervently believe in God, despite a number of people who tried to talk me out of it in the past years and  regardless of the fact that my best friend is currently an atheist. And I think that the belief in God, in a power that loves and forgives us unconditionally, becomes even more important when you become a parent. [Read more...]

Singled Out

I really love my cool new coven of mommy friends that I acquired just by popping out a kid.  Women I barely knew and with whom I had little in common, have, over the past 2 years, become some of my closest friends – in large part simply because we’ve both procreated.  We’re sharing the same profound, oft humorous experience so there’s always something to talk about.

However, I would die without my single ladies. Die. They’re always ready to go when I need a night out on the town and our lively conversations never involve how to find the best sippy cup.  Though truly, I sometimes have to bite my tongue when my non-mommy friends talk about being busy or tired.  Girl, you DON’T KNOW busy or tired until you’ve had a kid.

But that fact remains that now that I’m in my 30s, a ton of women in my circle are married with kids.  This leaves our beloved single ladies somewhat in the lurch.  Their circle tends to shrink a bit as they watch their former wing women and partners in crime popping out kids and popping in DVDs at night instead of popping champagne. [Read more...]