Snow White hasn't been en vogue for a long time (trust me)Read More
Filtering by Tag: feelings
Sometimes at the end of the day, all we can look forward to is tomorrow.Read More
Remember that doodle-covered, hyper emotional, top secret journal you had in high school? There's a grown up version of that.Read More
Hold on to your hats, I’m going to say something controversial: Being a mom is not everything. It’s rewarding, and beautiful and messy and disgusting and so many, many things, but everything? No.
Yesterday I read a blog post by Jensy, who is likely a sweet gal who is deeply in love with her child. For that, I am not passing judgment. But what I cannot get over, aside from the title of her blog (adios, feminism) is the very last part. That bit when she mentions feeling sorry for her former self for having lived so long without knowing her child and who never wants to revisit the “old her”. When did becoming a mom mean we had to leave our old selves behind?
I should also maybe mention that I say this after having dealt with a year of hellish infertility (which is a MUCH shorter time than most deal with this very real and very common affliction). I wanted children and parenthood more than I have wanted anything in my entire life so please don’t think I am not familiar with that want, or that I am not grateful that we were able to have two beautiful and healthy children.
I stand by my statement because becoming a mom didn’t stop me from being a person; A real human person that, yes is a mom (a GOOD mom, I think) but I am more than a mom just as much as I am more than a wife, more than a prefix or a postface, more than any title my marriage, children, employer or twitter bio will ever distill upon me.
There is an art to being alone. When treated recklessly it's easy to replace alone time with loneliness and I’ve found I can quickly transition from one to the other.Read More
Babies, turning strong women into mushy puddles at the very hint of appreciation and nostalgia.Read More