One current morning I was in a rush, per common. I’d requested my 6-year-old to feed the dog, and it wasn’t till I’d already floor my espresso that I noticed it. Someway, my daughter had left a path of dog food on the counter, and it had clearly gotten blended up with my espresso beans. Besides, I’d simply grabbed a handful of beans from that very pile to toss into my espresso grinder. So, likelihood is, there was a espresso/dog food blend at the moment brewing within the French press.
Right here’s the place the story will get kinda tousled. As a result of, um, yeah, I went forward and drank the espresso afterwards. I knew I didn’t have time to make extra. And I figured, “Nicely, it’s adequate.”
My dog food latte received me pondering; as mothers, have our standards dropped since changing into mother and father? Earlier than motherhood, there’s no approach I would have downed a potentially-tainted Italian roast! However now, I barely gave my protein-enriched cup of Joe a second thought.
The identical might be stated about many different elements of my life now that I’m a mom. I don’t think about showering to be a necessary each day observe anymore. Each different day is nice sufficient! I now not insist on placing on make-up to go someplace. I don’t purchase new garments for myself until I completely want them (yoga pants aren’t technically wedding-appropriate).
In the case of meals, consuming no matter’s obtainable, whereas standing up, has turn out to be the norm. Sleep? Ha! We get what we are able to take, proper? And I don’t care an excessive amount of if I get to exit on the weekends. A date night time a number of instances a 12 months is, once more, adequate.
My level is that this: It appears my standards are fairly low, post-kids. Coming to this unsettling realization received me to pondering if I have stopped valuing myself. Have I slipped thus far into the black gap of mommydom that I consider, deep down, I now not matter? Oh God; have I? Have we as mothers stopped valuing ourselves? Will we find yourself focusing a lot on our youngsters that we overlook that we matter, and simply drink the dog food espresso, as a result of, oh effectively, that’s our life now?
Nah! I don’t assume that’s it in any respect. That I’m keen to guzzle a cup of suspiciously-meaty espresso shouldn’t be an act of give up. I choose to consider it as acceptance: my life has modified, and that my priorities are completely different now than they have been earlier than youngsters. An ideal cup of espresso isn’t an important factor, though there must be espresso, make no mistake.
However now, my life is larger than simply me. It’s about nurturing little folks, and cuddles, and love, and wiping away sizzling tears after a spill off a motorcycle, goofy dance contests throughout breakfast, bedtime reassurances, answering these middle-of-the night time calls over monster fears, and questions on whether or not it’s a must to have ears to put on glasses.
All the enjoyment and that means of being a mother preserve me so busy, sure, you’ll be seeing me in yoga pants most days, sporting a sweaty ponytail, and ingesting a reheated cup of espresso. It could or could not have dog food in it. I’m completely happy, although. To have “lowered my standards.” I’m completely happy to have a small individual tugging on my pant leg and asking for assistance on the potty, whereas I concurrently refill one other baby’s Cheerio bowl. I’m grateful for the push, and the frenzy of mornings with youngsters. Total, I like my life.
I imply, a minimum of the dog food was natural.