The One Thing I Miss About My Pre-Mom Life
I’ve always wanted to be a Mom. It is the only thing I have ever been 100% certain of.
And now, look at me…I’m a Mom! (The Pud is 6 1/2 but the idea that I am a mother still,sometimes, trips me out.)
Kat’s Writer’s Workshop assignment for this week is to write about something that I miss from before I became a Mom.
Sure there are little things I miss – like leisurely Sunday mornings where I could just spend the whole day in bed watching Sopranos box sets if I so chose. Or eating my supper hot. Or not having discussions in public washrooms with my 5 year old about the firmness of bowel movements.
But those are all little, incidental things. And I am keenly aware that when J. and I are in our golden years we will miss all the little so called “inconveniences” that come with parenting young kids.
But there is one thing that I miss from my pre-Mommyhood time.
I miss wondering what my children would be like.
My favourite daydream was imagining my kids. When I was young I would fantasize about their genders and what I would name them. When I met J., I would fantasize about what traits of ours they would inherit and what they would look like. Would they have J.’s pretty blue eyes? Would they be chatty like me? Would they be bookworms? Would they be freespirits?
Now that Paddy and Puddy are *here*, the mystery is solved. I’m Mommy to a chatty, introspective son with my green eyes and his Daddy’s big smile. I’m also Mommy to a cuddly, smiley son with Daddy’s big blue eyes and smile.
I feel a bit like it is Christmas afternoon. My Christmas presents are unwrapped and I love them but the anticipation is gone.
Same thing with Motherhood. I love my boys more than anything but I do miss the “who will be my child” wonderment.
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