My sister is the proud mother of an almost one month old baby girl. And while she is enjoying every moment of motherhood, we talked about time over the weekend and she said that she felt her whole day consisted out of feeding, burping and putting to sleep just to repeat the routine an hour later (if you are lucky).
It shocked me to realise that I have forgotten how that felt – a bare 8 months later. My days still consisted of feeding, changing nappies and attempts to convince Mr H that he needed to nap, but my quiet times were steadily getting longer and more frequent. He is now at the stage where he can play by himself. Although the times he is able to keep himself busy varies greatly, these moments are there and I enjoy them as much as I enjoy our play times together. But the fact is, time for writing has disappeared. Not to mention time (or money) for travelling.
So for the time being, I have made peace with the following truths:
– Writing is a luxury.
– Travelling is for people without babies and toddlers.
– Time-out is for Super Moms.
My husband and I share this truth: Before and After Children. He would often say something like: Do you think we can sleep in tomorrow morning? And I’d reply: BC. And we’d laugh about it because although we both would like some moments of our lives Before Mr H back, we do agree that our lives were pretty boring and mundane without him. And even if we could, we would not choose the BC option. Crazy as our days and nights sometimes are… we love every moment of it.
…Even if it means that I have to write in the quiet times when he miraculously sleeps for more than fifteen minutes and I don’t have any washing, cooking or any other errand to run…
… Even if it means that I cannot just take my bicycle and go cycling.
… Even if it means that meal times have become a rather joyful adventure for the dogs and a boxing-fight of wills for the humans around the table.
… Even if it means I have to get up a dozen times during the night to cover Mr H or put him back at the bottom of the cot.
… Even if it means I have to hold my breath for three minutes straight to survive a nappy change.
… Even if… I will do it all over again 🙂