I have a faint recollection of who I used to be…
I’m pretty sure I had a full time job, I blissfully enjoyed my meals and ever so slowly sipped my hot morning coffee, I spent time doing the things I wanted to do (yes, me, me, me!), I pampered myself, I read a lot of books because I could, I took slow walks with my husband, and I took sleep for granted.
But then motherhood showed up one day, knocked me off my feet, and turned my life upside down:
- Love really does hurt.
- No books can prepare you for the reality of parenthood.
- The female body is capable of some pretty amazing things.
- Sleep really is sweet and underrated.
Motherhood is full of surprises. And raging hormones.
I clearly remember the very first day of being a brand new mom.
It was beautiful. Scary. Vivid yet blurry. Overwhelming and empowering.
Motherhood changed me.
I loved the new me!
I didn’t have the time or energy to think about the old me that had disappeared without a trace.
Nature really is clever…
When you give birth, you’re also giving birth to your new identity.
Becoming a mom had turned me into an instant MAMA BEAR.
Pursed lips, tightened muscles, about to start salivating…
You had better not crossed ways with me and my freshly born (and up-to-about-9-to-12-months-old-and-maybe-older) baby being gently cradled in my loving arms and nope, forget it, absolutely no touching or cooing over her precious little healthy face.
Why would complete strangers attempt to touch my baby’s adorably cute cheeks with their filthy infected hands???
About this whole germ theory…
Let’s just say that hand washing was a good start. I wasn’t being completely unreasonable, all right?
Sure it may not have been considered thorough enough unless you soaked your hands in a bucket of bleach overnight, but a new mama’s gotta do what she’s gotta do.
My hands were magically clean after basic hand washing though. Oh I don’t know. Nature laws? Science?
Like the germophobe I naturally was when I had my first child, of course I had to give birth in the dead of winter.
I had to deal with a whole world of invisible germs trying to tirelessly assault my precious new little being at each and every step we took. Random cough and sniffles had the ability to activate my astute sense of danger assessment and the desire to eliminate you. This was definitely new.
I could smell you from far, far away and strategically planned my ways around you. I wasn’t taking any chances and knew no boundaries. I had no shame.
Interestingly, this study points out that the reason for kicking maternal instincts into overdrive could actually be lactation. Who would have thought?! ***So don’t blame yourself for acting like a LUNATIC if you’ve gone through some crazy overprotective stuff AND produced milk at the same time.***
It’s a well-known fact that babies are precious.
You just can’t stop staring into those big beautiful eyes.
You can’t seem to get enough of their silky smooth skin while breathing in their flawlessness.
It’s when the time almost seems to stop, at least for a little while.When you look into your newborn’s eyes, you just know that when that perfect little human being grows up a bit, that child will be THE PERFECT CHILD.
Your child won’t be throwing tantrums at the grocery store, your child will never talk back, your child will never hit or bite another kid at the library. Your child won’t get lost at Costco and bring the entire warehouse to a lock-down.
That perfect child, your child, will always have good manners.
Trust me. The thrill wears off eventually.
I’m a mom to 2 girls – a 6-year old and a 3-year old.
I AM a little crazy. But I’m not insane. Not just yet. Not just yet. NOT JUST YET…