As the individual also termed as 'my daughter' in
social circles turns away from the cocoon of 'new bornessness' and marches into
the infant world.....I pop the obvious question at myself....how does
motherhood feel???? And I realize that the question adds more meaning when you
add the time of the day to elicit the most appropriate response. Motherhood as
I learn with each passing day is quite a complex prism....new dimensions and
shades....strange conjectured images....light and day playing mischief into its
layers....
I ask myself whether in all honesty can you say that
it's a joyous merry go round superlative experience as the greatest mothers
before you have proclaimed???? Am I a selfish beast when I confess that I DO
NOT enjoy the thought of my daily 'peace' time with my morning paper and tea
disturbed by tiny bouts of cries? May I ruffle a few sentimental feathers when
I own up to my dislike for potty cleaning??? Would I be disrobed of my 'nice
mom' garb when I state that YES I miss my good old flat tummy, my sense of
freedom and the 'etc' that are attached to the DOINK community? Uneasy
questions that raise their ugly heads when I take a small trip into my
conscience!!
But probably these 'grey' areas iron out of your mind
each morning as you wake up to that tiny creature....when her tiny feet and
'cottony' little torso nestle into you....when the innocent little daily
stretch and yawn routine unfolds..you are forced to say YES ....yes a thousand
times.....motherhood was worth it....worth every screaming moment in the labour
room.....worth every sweating moment of carrying your pregnancy weight
around....and perhaps worth every irritable moment of broken
sleep!!!!Well.....almost:)..don’t stop to ask me the question againJ
