Motherhood has a way of putting one in one’s place. Literally. I mean, some days, due to a nap schedule or potty training, I can’t leave my place, my house.
But, it puts one in one’s place in a metaphorical sense too.
Pre-motherhood, I was an honors history teacher. I loved it. No, seriously, LOVED it. I was one of those rare people who actually looked forward going to work.
I thrive on intellectual stimulation, loved teaching, loved researched, loved it all. When my daughter was born in March, I was convinced I’d make it as a stay at home mom until September, when she’d be 9 months. Then I’d need to go back to work. Not for the money, per se, but for my enjoyment of it. I couldn’t see myself devoting years to itsy-bitsy-spider and Gymboree, playdates and playgrounds.
Then, of course, I fell in love with my daughter. And couldn’t see someone else devoting years to her and itsy-bitsy and the playground, I wanted to be there for it all. 9 months of SAHM turned into a year, then 18 months….and now my daughter is a little past two and there’s no plan for me to go back any time soon.
Do I miss it? Yes, some days terribly so. Would I give up time with my little girl? No.
So, now that motherhood is my full time job, I’ve thrown myself into it. You see, all my life I’ve been a type A personality. [Read more...]
