There is a new TV series called "In the Motherhood" and even after setting a timer for the premier last week and for this week's show, I've yet to see it. It looks like a series I can really get into and hope to catch it next week, but the title got me thinking about this 'sorority' of sorts, that I chose to join, oh, approximately 9 years ago.
What about my mother's life made me say, "That looks like so much fun, I think I'll have kids, too!"? My mom worked full-time, spent time with my sister and me, maintained a home and a marriage to a pastor, which also meant we were at church 5 days a week. Somehow she kept all the balls in the air, more or less, and heck, I'm still alive to tell the tale.
Could it be babies? Did the idea of cuddling my very own newborn convince me that a lifetime of mothering a person was just what I needed? I'm not sure. I like babies, but I knew even as a teenager that I was and am not a kid person. Besides the obvious baby-making requirement, how on earth did I get here - 2 kids later?!
Motherhood is absolutely the hardest job I'll ever have - and I'm the type of mom who will do all I can to make sure my kids have what they need to thrive, succeed. If I mess up this job, no other work in my lifetime matters. That said, I will pour every fiber of my being into my beautiful brown babies, but if they decide to take a detour down Loser Lane, I will not hold myself fully accountable for their choices. I'm NOT that mom.
Constant crying. Explosive poops that leak, somehow, from the back of a diaper. The terrible twos (and threes). Teaching the alphabet in upper case, then lower case. Helping them learn to read. Teaching them about sex at age 8, then divulging more and more information throughout the teen years. The first period. The first night they drive....alone. Prom. The first real boy/girlfriend. High school graduation. Moving into a college dorm. Weddings. Grandbabies of my own.
And wondering just what would make my kids say, "That looks like so much fun, I think I'll have kids too"? Motherhood is hard work, I wake up to it, go to sleep to it...maybe my reward will be them telling me, with their own babies in their arms, Thanks for all you did, mom.
A mommy can hope.
1 comment:
I loved this post. I haven't heard of that show, I'll have to get the info. Oh, the many joys of motherhood. I'm scared it's going to get worse, before it gets better. I'm truly avoiding the sex talk at 8. It's on my to do list! :) How mortifying is that! Well, I truly better not read any more of your blog, or I will be here all day! I'll check you out later. ;)
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