The untold secrets of child-rearing
Motherhood: the best feeling in the world! . The sky looks brighter. The color blue looks bluer. You are deeply in love and more passionately than ever before in less than a day. Even with some postpartum, that feeling of love shines through.
In the next few years, you are on lock-down- A good kind of lock-down while managing your baby, continuously, 24 hours a day. You rarely shower. You forgot you had friends. And there is no way you feel like getting a job. It’s incredible and tiring and beautiful and stressful, and you become a person who knows every line of Finding Nemo. And that is your world.
But if you are like me…you eventually want more. However, if you are like me, I felt I should stay home because my child needed me around. Basically, I should-ed on myself. We parent tend to should a lot.
And then one day your friend calls. They are talking about this and that. They have a life that is full of fun and work and men and love and ongoing relationships. And you…you can only quote lines from Disney movies. It happens to all of us. And your friend laughs at you, and you laugh back. But, you don’t find it funny. You find it scary. You lost your brain somewhere between changing diapers and watching Toy Story 3, 2, and one.
You see, you work 24/7, but for some reason, the job is not considered real. Society tells you should be doing more. Slowly depression leaks into cheerful playtime and potty-training. You are drained, but you feel guilty:
“I should be working.”
“We need the money.”
“Keep swimming, keep swimming.”
Those and others are the many phrases that pass roughly through your mind.
Strangely, it is so easy to forget about ourselves during this blessed time in our life. I looked at my face, and I saw bags under my eyes. I was not as sharp. My brain was fuzzy. My butt was saggy. I started protesting against people who are against “mommy jeans.” because “mommy jeans” are cool. They are comfortable, and I can eat ice cream too. No problem.
But I digress.
The most valuable job in the world is parenting, and it is the least appreciated job you will ever have: dishes…