There’s just so much no one talks about when it comes to preparing yourself to be a mom. Some of that is because we were designed to forget. We remember the good more than we remember the bad. It’s instinctual. It keeps us going and doing it all over again. It’s why everyone likes to say, “you’re going to miss it.” But they forget.
I don’t feel lucky, most days. I hate the way he makes oatmeal leaving granules all over our new wood floors. I hate the way the oatmeal sloshes around his mouth after he shovels in giant spoonfuls before he hurries off to work or wherever. I hate the way the dried oatmeal sticks to the sides of our glass bowls after he half rinses them and lays them in the sink. But here’s the weirdest part – in spite of all of that, I most certainly still love him.
I know it’s much easier to believe that God takes care of everyone and rights all wrongs and heals all the sick and that there’s a purpose behind everything that happens. It helps us make sense of our earthly hardships or situations. When Jimmy was life flighted to Nationwide, that’s exactly what everyone wanted me to believe.
epilogue: I originally wrote this early in 2020. It’s been a tough one to share because ultimately I don’t ever want the folks who’ve helped me ‘escape’ motherhood from time-to-time to feel like I am ungrateful for all of their help. That’s the exact opposite of why I wrote this.
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