Being a mum is beautiful. It is breathtaking. It is a rollercoaster of emotions. It is exhausting and exhilarating at the same time. It is nothing like I expected it to be. It is so much more.
You know, I have never been the kind of woman who always knew that she wanted to have children. I love my freedom, I love to travel and I enjoy my work. I used to do pretty much what I wanted, when I wanted, with whom I wanted. And I was afraid of loosing it all. Of loosing myself. Afraid of being tied down, of my needs and desires ending up in the back row, somewhere between diapers and bedtime rituals. I was afraid of what pregnancy would do to my body. Afraid of the unknown, afraid of the change.
Then I decided to take a leap of faith. Somewhere deep down I felt the moment was right (although, honestly, one can never be truly ready). I had found the man I want to spend the rest of my life with, who I knew would be the perfect father for our child and perfect partner in crime for the whole parenting thing. But it was certainly one of the most significant decisions I took in my life, because it changes life as you knew it. Forever. And what’s worse: there’s no way of knowing what expects you on the other side. There’s no taking it back. No “free refund if you’re not 100% satisfied” policy.
Now, a little over 3 months into the adventure, I can say that,
Yes, I did trade in some of my feedoms for the benefit of this little human being who just needs me so much right now. But you know what? It is actually wonderful to be needed.
Yes, priorities do shift. But it is not a painful process of letting go of things, it just comes naturally.
Yes, our daily rhythm does evolve around our son’s sleeping and eating patterns, but I don’t mind.
Yes, things do get messy, things get intense. But every time this little human being smiles at me, my heart fills with joy that outweighs anything else.
I am not saying, being a mum is easy peasy lemon squeezy (quite the opposite, actually). But it’s so worth it. This sounds cliché, I know, but it is so true. And I wouldn’t change it for the world.
So, to all future or expecting mamas out there who are plagued by doubts or fears about how their lives will change: I hear your concerns. I feel your fears.
But trust me, it’ll be just fine.
More than that. It’ll be wonderful.
How about you: What’s your experience before and after having a baby? Can you relate? Are you struggling with fears or doubts? How are you dealing with them? Any dads out there who want to share their experience?