Motherhood
While IMing with my "mean" bloggy friend about my current state of depression, he gave me another assignment. And it has a deadline so I must get this out without much thinking. I mentioned something about the fact that sometimes I think I shouldn't have had kids. My older sister had 3 at a very young age, and it was 16 years before I, the "baby" of the family, had children. I don't know what possessed me to do such a thing. It's not as if I longed for children all my life or grew up thinking about being a mother. Like the other parts of my life, it just came along as the next step (college, marriage, children etc). My assignment said I couldn't write the 2 lists below side-by-side but one after the other so they weren't parallel. Here goes:
Why I shouldn't have become a mother:
- Couldn't afford them (WHAT was I thinking?)
- Not a good cook or, worse yet, good planner of meals.
- Not spontaneous (no lemonade stands for my kids)
- Love to sleep (late and often) yet lived on very little
- Not adventurous enough (no skateboards or roller skates or hand gliding)
- Our house was never big enough to accommodate more than the 4 us, and sometimes even then, it was too crowded.
- Not the volunteer kind of mom (no PTO or room mother here)
- Didn't love my husband enough to pass that along to my kids.
- My housecleaning skills were questionable (although we didn't live in a pig sty)
- Too loud, emotional, depressed to to have children in the mix.
Why I'm a great mother:
- Great sense of humor (passed that down to my daughters)
- High pain threshold (2 natural births and no tears over skinned knees)
- When my older daughter turned 2, I learned how to French braid hair.
- Saw the wonder in a rainbow every time.
- Strong morals & values (education, commitment, volunteerism, doing the right thing)
- Could proofread their papers (only thing my degree/expertise was good for)
- Practical (don't cry over spilled milk)
- Creative (made all their Halloween costumes)
- Tried not to worry too much and passed that along to my kids
- I write thank you notes, send birthday cards, and was nice to old people at church
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