It's taken quite a lot of time, but I finally feel that I've nearly come to terms with myself as a mother. That seems funny to say, but honestly, it's true. I really lost myself in it...Dan and I got married, pregnant 3 months later, bought a house, found out I was a high risk pregnancy, bedrest, premature birth, NICU, quitting my job, being a flat-broke shut-in for a year, struggling with going back to work, then quitting to stay home, and now doing the childcare thing. It was
crazy rocky ground for awhile there. And now I'm finally gaining some footing and moving along on the path again.
For the last 2 years I'd been stuck in the world of blogging, reading how other people raise children, make food, create art, write, etc. Sure, I'd read books on occasion over the last 2 years, but I was nearly always plugged in. It's just what I did, I zoned, I nibbled on all of those short snippets of text. I wanted to make sure the things I did were the "right" way, and the way of the world. Silly, I know that now. Then during foster parent classes last fall, and I started reserving books at the library and picking them up. But they were all about children in social services. Some were tales of hope, others how badly the system had hurt the children, but all were non-fiction, mostly autobiographical, emotionally-difficult reading, necessary, but difficult. Then in January, I read my first fiction book in likely 3 years - "The Hunger Games". I devoured it. Then I read "Catching Fire" and "MockingJay" as soon as they came into the library. Really, I felt full on consumption of them, reading each book in under 24 hours. It's amazing how much I'd missed that. Since January 1st I've read 12 books. I'm eating them up, just like I used to, and boy is it grand.
Though my blog reading has slowed down considerably, my love of Pinterest has grown ten-fold. Pinterest makes me want to cook, bake, and eat up all of the food, and I have been. Making, serving, and eating food makes me happy, always has, likely always will. Sure, it's not necessarily good for my figure, but eh, whatever, I'm still hot :) I know I should lose +/- 30 lbs for my health and my back, but it will go away when it's supposed to. And honestly, we're saving money by not going out to eat, and probably some calories too. I'm being active too, so it'll come off as long as I limit the cheese and desserts. Pinterest also makes me want to make things, but unless it's kid-related, most of it hasn't been accomplished. The answer is the same as weight, creating will come when it should, and I should be happy for what has gotten accomplished.
Speaking of activity, I'm toying with the idea of getting back into yoga. Getting reacquainted and re-obsessed with it. Possibly even including "yoga instructor" as my future career goal. I've been doing some at home, 3-4 times a week, and I really need to find a place around here and commit to an outside of the house venture once a week. Cory and the older kids love trying to do yoga poses with me, and the babies are fun added obstacle. Holding a child in front of oneself, throwing off your center of balance will only make it easier when you don't have to do that, right?
And since I glazed over it in the last point, yes, I've become somewhat of a recluse. Not on purpose really, but I've just realized I'm happier at home, and I'm finally trying to own it. For awhile, I really thought mom's were supposed to have play-dates, do fun things with large groups of people they only knew because they were parents of other same-aged children, and I tried. I really did try. I joined Moms-like-me, I joined HiveMoms, I joined PlaygroupsUSA, but then a playdate would come up, and I'd either forget about it completely or hide in my little-Cancerian shell, cry, and not come out till it was over. I did force myself to go on 5 "dates", and attempted to communicate, but I was never able to connect with any other moms on any deep level. We recently joined Solon Early Childhood PTA (SECPTA), and I'm feeling similar feelings with that, but since Dan can go with me to meetings, and we get major discounts to fun things, like visiting the Brown's Stadium and going to Lake Farm Park for the Holiday Light Festival, I'm dealing with it. Still haven't made any friends from that group, but there's a playgroup at the library tomorrow, and I'm going to drag myself to it. I still want local mom friends, I just want them to be similar or at least accepting of me, ha. And I'd like to have them over, or go to their house for dinner. :P Leading me to my next point...
Even though high school was over more than 10 years ago, I'm still somehow in the weird/nerdy crowd. We cloth-diapered, did extended breast-feeding (made it to 25 months, but hallelujah, am I glad it's over), did mostly baby-led weaning, used a sling almost always, co-slept until nearly a year old, ate organic and local veggies, and probably many other "weird" things I'm not even aware of. I realized I was weird mom within my first few months as a mom too...I went to the breastfeeding group at the hospital about a month after Cory was released from the NICU, and I was the only one not pushing my child in the carseat-stroller thing. EVERYONE looked at me weird. It was one of those high school moments on rewind, only my son was on my lap and my boob was in his mouth. I'm finally realizing that
it's really okay to be different after high school and the rest of your life, it's just hard sometimes, especially doing the mom thing. I need to start a group for NEO weird moms, really.
All of that said, I'm very lucky that I have several wonderful couples that entrust me with the care of their children. If not for them, I couldn't have written this post, and I doubt I'd be owning Mom-Amy. I'd likely still be struggling, working, crying daily on the way to work, becoming an engineer (instead of a potential yoga instructor), and being frustrated with trying to understand why playgroups aren't working for me. But thanks to the Moms & Dads who actually kind of like, or at least accept my weirdness, I'm digging Mom-Amy. I like her. She's pretty sweet, and honestly, she's mostly pre-Mom-Amy, but with a few extra pounds, a c-section scar, and the silliest wee-man you ever did see. And the wee-man makes it all worth it.
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| Wee-Man - A self-portrait. |
I know that's long enough, so, for now, Mom-Amy, out.