What makes us want to have kids?
We lose sleep, money and any time we have to ourselves.
For anyone I am scaring with my “if I don’t laugh I’ll cry stories” please know that Motherhood is beyond description.
Mothers, think about trying to explain it to a girlfriend who doesn’t have kids.
“It’s amazing!” She’s eyeing the vomit on your shirt doubtfully.
“It’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” She thinks about this briefly as she stands in a wine bar, dressed to the nines and she knows you’re lying.
“I couldn’t imagine my life without them.” This is after you’ve cried into her shoulder about how they take, and they take, and they take.
But every statement you have made to her is true.
Plus there is the added bonus of being able to talk a new language.
You know… the code.
You automatically understand when a mother says, “She got up twice last night.” that this is either a good thing or a bad thing, depending on how baby has behaved previously.
You know when she says, “He’s dropped a feed.” That it is either terrifying or liberating.
“She’s no longer breastfeeding.” You commiserate or celebrate, dependant on the age of the child and the disposition of the mother.
In circles of people you don’t know it’s easy conversation now,
“When are you due?”
“Is it your first?”
“Are they sleeping through?”
“Does your three-year old do this? (Insert your own problem here)”
And away it goes. Mother’s can find each other anywhere.
I was going through my kids photos today, so that I could finally print some out (Leo as yet does not have a photo album….) and I just kept thinking how gorgeous they are, how much I love them and how truly, truly lucky I am.
If you feel like this, leave a comment and we can let the Mothers-to-be of this world know how wonderfully sweet life is going to be.
The everyday doesn’t matter when they are everything.