Sentimental Thoughts on Motherhood
In another life, I was carefree and relaxed. No one could tell me what to do. I was a brazen lady willing to take on anything, go wherever I wanted. I didn’t have toys thrown at me, before being begged to fix them one by one. In another life, I was myself in another skin.
Then one day, God said, “you deserve better” and I got pregnant.
My hair was no longer perfect, my butt grew bigger and I forgot that I wasn’t wearing lip gloss for the day. I’d lie exhausted in bed, with no time even to have sleep-induced dreams. Now I learned who chip was and who dale was… and that Donald Duck was not really a cartoon hero but a villain. I learned that swimming through life wouldn’t be too difficult if I wasn’t swimming for my life, but floating leisurely on my back towards contentment with my child on piggy back.
I no longer had the leisure to pursue endless trails of pixie dust, but now I’m quite sure those pixie dust thingies won’t measure up to the reality of spilled milk on my spotless floor.
The Big Guy upstairs knew his thing… this is way better.
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