So ok, before any granola moms out there take a look at this and start berating me with hate emails about how motherhood is a ‘gift from god’ and breast feeding is a natural wonder...I have to say a few things. I LOVE my son, he is the light of my life and I look forward to every moment I spend with him. However, sometimes life isn’t fun and you have a bad day and you just want to vent and tell the world that you aren’t a bad mom - you just had a ‘moment’. That is what this is all about. A little spot in the world where I can tell my story and the stories of others in order to shed some light onto the myth of mommyhood and how it has transformed my life for better and for sometimes worse.
To start I have to say that I never really thought I had a mothering bone in my body. I liked babies...well the thought of babies really. I had a picture in my head of strolling down the street in my lovely ensemble that screams ‘I am a Yummy Mummy!’, with my expensive designer stroller, matching cool diaper bag, oh and my lovely 74 pound golden doodle dog prancing along my side. In real life, the image is of me barreling down the street with gym pants on, a diaper bag which although it is awesome, it won’t stay up on my shoulder as the strap is too short, and giant Clifford pulling me all over creation trying to get attention from strangers by jumping on them while I try to keep my designer stroller upright. Notice that I haven’t mentioned Finn yet, my little boy, as he is blissfully asleep in the stroller as per usual which is the only thing in my ‘vision’ that turned out to be true.
I’m going to skip the chit chat as we all know that when you have a kid you don’t have time to pee some days let alone form a cohesive sentence. What a great segway into my first story...
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