Have you ever noticed people without children are very quick to judge parents and talk about how to properly raise kids? I was like that. Now that I have been a mom for almost nine months, I have come to the realization that I’m not the mom I thought I’d be.
In some ways I am. I’ve become my mother, right down to muttering in inappropriate places, like the diaper isle and around small children, “Damn it all to hell.” & “Hell, fire and damnation.” & “Jesus age Christ.” I have instituted a ‘don’t bother mommy for a while, even if you don’t sleep’ daily nap.
I thought I would be a cool mom, and I am not in the following ways:
- I thought I would take Harper to art openings. (Openings are at bedtime, 7:00, and bedtime is sacred.)
- I thought I would be flexible about bedtime, and not say stuff like, ‘Bedtime is sacred.’
- I thought I would have time to work on my art & craft stuff. (That is just funny; extra time!)
- I thought I would do baby sign language.
- I thought I would cloth diaper. (There is still time for this one…)
- I thought I would get mani-pedis.
- I did not think I would see her eating the cat’s food, and think, ‘Oh, well. That can wait. She is happy, not choking, and apparently, despite that I share my Starbucks scones with her, she likes savory food.’
- I did not think I would let her watch T.V. till she was 2 years old, but I have decided MSNBC does not count.
- I thought I would lose all the baby weight within 9 months. (I still have 5 lbs., but I think it is non-smoking weight.)
I’m sure this list will evolve as she grows up, as I become the mom I’m becoming. How are you not the mom, or dad, you thought you would be?