I shared some of these thoughts with a friend earlier and thought I would turn it into a blog post. I am afraid that I may have allowed myself to become TOO defined by motherhood. I am reading this book on my Kindle: The Rules to Raise Happy, Healthy Children and realized I’m kind of breaking Rule 10 which pretty much says to make sure you keep nurturing the things that make you a person/have nothing to do with parenting. This is good for the kids because the pressure to perform can become overwhelming if they realize that your personal success is entirely dependent on how they turn out! The book gives examples such as having a career your passionate about (not AT ALL), taking a vacation once a year without your kids (I have NEVER been on a kidless vacation), or doing some other hobby regularly. It says “otherwise, when the kids finally leave home after 18 years, you won’t know what to do with yourself.” That last part is SO TRUE!!! My kids have been going away to camp every summer for the past 3 years for 2 weeks at a time, and I don’t know what to do with myself while they’re gone! This last year I actually got pretty depressed while they were away and found myself just wanting to sleep, like if I just slept the time they were gone would go by more quickly?!?! Sure, I am involved a little bit with politics, but even that has dwindled lately as I find myself feeling more and more guilty every time I go do something without them now that they are no longer spending weekends with their dad. When they were it was a little bit easier, I had a life and let my hair down pretty much every-other weekend while they were away.
I think the problem has multiple things feeding into it.
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My babies, my sweet little girls, my everythings
no longer tiny or completely dependent,
you do not fit in the cradle of my arm
and it’s been an eternity since I could carry you around.
But I can still wrap my arms around you
and as I’m comforting you, it comforts me,
every time you call me mom or mommy my heart leaps.
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