As I sit here, alone, watching lame sitcoms, I have come to the realization, that my life is meaningless. Not in every aspect, of course. I am a mother. I have 3 children. I will have an impact on them, for sure. And, they will, inevitably, have an impact on other people. But, aside from that, my life is weary. I have very little to keep my attention, aside from my best friend, who is almost my boy friend, but we really don't want to call it that. Anyway, the fact is, I need to do something. I've done a lot in my life. I have been through many trials and made plenty of mistakes, learned quite a few lessons and I am a better person because of it, a better mother.
Yes, this is a lot of rambling. Possibly because when it comes to "beginnings" I'm not much of an enthusiast. Hell, I'd skip straight to the middle when it come to most aspects of my life. Let's rewind here for a minute...
December 2009. A KFC bathroom. A positive pregnancy test. An unhappy boyfriend. And a pregnant me. That sucked. I definitely didn't have one of those "OMG it's positive" huggy-feely pregnancy revealing moments like the movies portray them as. In fact, I'd like to give my "professional" opinion that those scenes rarely occur in real life. I have seen many a women pee-on-a-stick, then snap 10 pictures, send it to their friends, ask "do you see a line" and then repeat four or five times. They then anxiously await for "hubby" to get home and reveal it in some "special" way. Ladies, a word of advice, no matter how much you want a baby or how long you've been trying to conceive, please, keep those pee-drenched sticks out of public view.Anyway, the point is that now, 3 and half years into motherhood, I am doing much better. I know myself better and I am more prepared for it. I feel confident in myself as a mother now. Just like after my 3rd or 4th blog I will get a feel for my audience and exactly how I wish to express the information, knowledge, wisdom, comedy (perhaps), etc. that I possess.
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