I never dreamed of becoming a mother. Since I can remember, it wasn’t in my list of things to do when I grow up. I remember making my doll hump my GI Joes but never at the point where they made babies (the GI always pulled out or maybe he was shooting blanks — a GI shooting blanks, get it? Get it?).
Although I don’t regret being a mum, it always freaks me out everytime a pause happens and it sinks in.
I am a mum. I am a freakin mum. Yes I only have one child (and that’s enough for me thank you very much) but for someone who didn’t dream of becoming a mum, one is plenty.
When it sinks in, I get this heavy feeling knowing that I’m going to be responsible for someone else’s life for the rest of my life. And yes hubby is there but everyone always blames the mum when something shitty happens (like them growing up to become gang leaders or serial killers of the non Dexter variety).
This responsibility is for always. I am responsible for another human being’s life, which is really daunting given that I’m barely responsible enough to handle my own damn existence.
It never ends and it gets more difficult as they grow older. I want to shoot the people who told me that the first four months of the child’s life is the hardest stage. Bloody liars. That was the easiest bit. The absolute walk in the park with donuts and milkshake. After that phase passes, things get trickier, busier and dirtier (literally and figuratively). Sometimes, I think I don’t only need a home economics degree, I also need a medical degree, political degree, or 10 qualifications in psychology. I should’ve taken on a different course in uni! Compared to this, journalism is chicken feed.
Fuck a duck, I’m a mother.
I was with a bunch of mums at dinner last night – our girls are all 14/15 and they went to primary school together. I think we all feel the same way at times – how did we become mothers? When will it stop?
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That’s the thing, we don’t want it to stop eh? As hard as it is, we don’t want it to stop too
Yeah, it takes a bit to sink in and when it finally does, it comes back to bite you again and again. Having my first child I was overwhelmed with the emotion (fear, worry guilt, love, reponsibilty) it brought me.
Every parent, either with one or seven children, kicks themselves that they are now resposible for another. It’s quite the learning curve and the learning never stops!
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I am very glad to not be the only one on this. I so admire parents of twins. You guys are rockstars!
It.Never.Friggin.Stops.
Buckle up, K…you’re in for a long ride…along with the rest of us
Had a giggle at the GI Joe shooting blanks sentence. You are hilar. x
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Thanks mama G! I so admire how you’re handling your boys and still have time for a marathon!
I have to agree about the hardest part of parenting. While the first month was a pretty rough ride for us, with huge breast feeding issues, since then it has been a joy. I especially loved the rest of the first year with that little bubba – having a year off work probably helped a lot! I am really looking forward to that baby stage again one day… and NOT looking forward to the teenage years.
The most Amazing and scary journey all in one. A rollarcpaster that just continues and continues xx
same with me. i never day dreamed to become a mother. i day dreamed of becoming a career woman but not as a mother. but i am glad i am a mother now. i would not change anything about it
i guess when you are young, all you really care about is yourself 