




I realized that I haven’t been able to write in my journal to Mara since she was born (I kept a journal during my pregnancy) and found myself pondering what it means to be a mom. You hear catchy little stories about “Being a mom means changing 5 diapers a day” or “Being a mom means being spit up on when you’re heading out the door to work,” but what does it really mean to be a mom? To me, it means having a higher purpose than work or material possessions. It is making the unconscious decision to spend time with your child over doing anything else. It is the realization that I might not enjoy every stage of my child’s growth and development, but I would not change any of them for the world. It is the fact that I never knew this particular kind of love existed until my little girl entered my life. It is knowing that I have the potential of having my daughter as my best friend in her adult years, just like the relationship that my mom and I have. It is understanding the love that my mom has for me since I now know what that love feels like.
But…
“Motherhood” is still the greatest gift that I have ever been given and I cherish the title of “Mother” every day.
I know, it’s been much too long since my last blog entry…last year! I remember distinctly that I stopped blogging right around the time that I got pregnant because I was afraid that I would let something slip about the pregnancy before I made the news “official” at work.. So, as a way of keeping my secret until I was 12 weeks along (the safe zone in pregnancy), I stopped blogging. Of course, I didn’t go back and pick it up because pregnancy left me feeling crummy and exhausted 99% of the time and the last thing I wanted to do at the end of the day was go home and sit in front of the computer, trying to be creative with words. Not to mention that most of my posts would have probably read something like this, “Still feeling nauseated ALL of the time. Getting enormous. Is it time to have this baby yet?” which would have gotten old very quickly. It also seriously lacks creativity. Of course, not all of my writing is “creative” per say, rather much of my rambling is just about daily events, but that still took more effort that I had to give. It may still take more effort than I have to give now (with a 6 month old) but I miss this and am going to try to recommit to it. Good or not, creative or not, exciting or not, I’ve always enjoyed writing and journaling.
While I took a step away from my blog last year, I was still journaling to Mara the whole time. When I think about it I guess I sacrificed my old “blogging” time for a new kind of writing. My mom wrote a journal when she was pregnant with me and I wanted to do the same thing for my child. I already enjoy flipping back through the journal and recalling the “adventure” that was my pregnancy, especially the part where we thought we were having a boy and called the baby “Dean” for a month before finding out that we in fact had a “Mara” instead. I know Mara will get a kick out of that some day. Since having Mara I have not written in her journal…not even once, so I need to recommit to that too. Since Mara is 6 months old now and has a pretty established routine, I feel like I may be able to get back to some of my “creative” pursuits. We’ll see…