Thinking about all the other stuff

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

So when you become a Mom it kind of takes over your life at least for that one (or maybe more, I feel for you guys) day that you are in the hospital actually giving birth to the little bundle of joy. After that you are yourself again. Believe it or not you, the person you were before giving birth walks right back into the room sits down on the edge of the bed and says "hi." Then proceeds to start thinking for you again, little things like I have to pee and I wonder what I can see if I look out that window. Contrary to popular belief not every single thought that goes through your brain turns to your child the minute he or she pops out. At least that is not what happened to me and I am willing to bet that is not what happens to the majority of Moms out there.
Don't get me wrong I think about my little one all the time but I think about lots and lots and lots of other things too. I think society leads women to believe that once you have a baby you won't think about anything but the baby and that if you do something must be wrong with you. As if the only thing wrong with those people who (god forbid) beat/rape or murder their children is the fact that they were not thinking about their child 24 hours per day 7 days per week. Trust me there was a lot of other shit going on in the background there and whether or not they had their children on the brain 24/7 was not the deciding factor.
So, here I sit wondering if there is something wrong with me that I still think about myself (oh yeah and I like it) but you know what? I don't think there is, there is nothing wrong with me for wanting to be myself and not lose my life to the ever expanding black hole of Momdom. I still think censorship is wrong and I still don't like it when other people let their kids run around like heathens. I still like sex and sugar and rock-n-roll. And that is OK in fact I am going to go so far as to say that is a good thing because I want my son to grow up seeing real people with passions and problems. I don't want him to grow up to be the same I want him to be different. Will he get picked on? Maybe. Will it be harder for him? Sometimes. Will he be a better person because of it? Definitely!

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