When I became a first time mother at the tender age of 35, I didn't know beans about how to care for a kid. I'd never baby sat or worked with little children, nor did I have younger siblings to raise. My three years younger brother was too close in age and my mother would never have left me with him. All we did was fight.
I had no idea what to do with my new baby. I was thrilled but clueless. Dr. Spock became my go-to guru after I wore out my welcome with day and night phone calls to the nurses at the hospital where I'd delivered. Hell, they had to put my son on my breast and teach me how to get him to latch on. That was painful.
And I thought motherhood came naturally.
My local NPR station aired a podcast about this today and if you want to know more, take a listen. It's only 8 minutes and is fascinating.
I can honestly say, in retrospect, I wish they'd had these classes when I was in college. It would have saved me a great deal of grief.
Trouble is, I would have been too smug and/or stupid to take one.