[Disclosure: This is NOT a
diss letter!]
Dear Kid-less Friends,
I know that since I became a MOOOOMMMMYYYY it has been
absolutely hard to keep in contact with me. Initially you dealt with me
postpartum, to all of our conversations being about my bundle of joy, to barely
seeing me, to barely talking to me. It’s not that I don’t enjoy our friendship,
because I absolutely do. It’s just that it’s harder for me to leave my
screaming child with a babysitter so that I can have some “I’m not a
mooooommmmyyyyy at this moment” time. Trust me! I want to hang out, I really
do. As far as our phone conversations, please let’s stick to texting when we
can because my kid always waits until I’m on the phone to a.) decide to do
something OUTRAGEOUS AND DANGEROUS; b.) decide that’s the perfect time to have
a screaming match; c.) decide that’s when she wants ALL OF MY ATTENTION and
will do ANYTHING to get it (refer to a or b). When you come visit, I can only
apologize for me interrupting every 5 minutes of our convos to make sure that
she isn’t doing anything outrageous and dangerous, to fix juice, to fix a
snack, to take her to the potty. With all my apologies, I can NOT apologize for
being a mom. You see, as hectic and miserable as my life may seem, I actually
enjoy the chaotic adventures of being a mom. Of course I can do without my near
panic attacks because my kid is doing something outrageous and dangerous, and I
can surely do without the screaming tantrums that she has every hour, BUT I
also signed up for this. I wasn’t forced to be a mom, I simply made a decision
to be a mom. Granted with my case it wasn’t planned, but I also couldn’t
imagine aborting this beautiful bundle of joy. I enjoy the ups and downs of
this rollercoaster ride called MOMMYHOOD. I’d rather spend my evening indulging
in Sofia The First, Doc McStuffins, Mickey Mouse Clubhouse while playing with
the billions of toys that my child owns, than to be miserably wondering what
life would be like if I weren’t a mom/wife. Sure, being a mom is a dirty job
with all the poopy diapers, snotty noses, booger digging, potty training, puke
cleaning (although I haven’t experienced that joy yet), cleaning crayon marks
off the wall, all while maintaining a clean and organized home. But this dirty
job pays more than any other job I know because I get to raise a productive
citizen of society who will be well mannerable and adventurous. I’m sorry if we
can’t be the friends that we once were, but I’m not apologizing for making one
of the best choices in life…and that’s called MOMMYHOOD!
Signed,
The Unapologetic Mooooommmmmyyyy
