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Lorraine
EricaBefore I became a Mom…
- I didn’t appreciate what a truly tough gig motherhood is
- I didn’t spend from October through March with a cold, cough, flu or worse
- I could pee, poo and shower in privacy
- I shaved my legs at least every other day
- I had a sex life (well, I had sex occasionally)
- My boobs were fairly perky
- My nipples didn’t enter the room seconds before the rest of my body
- I had time in the morning to style my hair and apply makeup
- I could lie in on a Saturday and Sunday morning (ahhhh bliss)
- I could stay up and awake beyond 10pm
- If I only got five hours sleep it was because I’d had a really fun night out
- I was able to play music of my own choice without it being replaced after two tracks by Disney’s Greatest Hits
- I didn’t have to read the same book seven times in a row
- I didn’t run the risk of getting a Lego brick implanted in my foot when venturing into the kitchen for a glass of water
- I didn’t have to wipe any butts or noses but my own
- I didn’t have to wash my hands a hundred times a day. Consequently they weren’t chapped, cracked and looking like the hands of a ninety-year-old woman
- On a visit to a friend I’d take a bottle of wine; not three overflowing bags of survival equipment
- I didn’t spend half the day bent double picking things off the floor
- I didn’t have Cheerios down the sides of my sofa, on the back seat of my car and in my handbag
- I didn’t sport a permanent snot/dribble/mashed-biccy stain on my shoulder
- I didn’t ‘lose’ personal items and find them posted in the VCR
- I didn’t hear the word ‘Mommy’ 1000 times a day
But…
I didn’t truly know what it feels like to love and be loved unconditionally. I was unaware of the joy of hearing a child’s innocent, uncontrollable laughter. I didn’t know the intoxication of nuzzling a sweet-scented baby’s head.
I didn’t know what a joy and a blessing having two beautiful children would be.
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Wow, you get two tracks before you have to change the music! That is bliss!
Love this list – the ninety-year-old’s hands ring a bell!! But, as you say, it’s all worth it in the end.
Thanks, I needed that. I needed to find someone who understands the pains and the joys at the same time.
Love the list – my hands are cracked open as well – washing bottles and washing toilet training toddlers hands have done them in.