Today I was talking with a new friend I'd met in Bible study. She's young and beautiful, and a newlywed. Her and her husband have only been married about nine months, so she's still settling into her role as a new bride. As we were getting to know each other, we were asking questions back and forth about our families. She asked what it was like to be a mom of three boys. While most of my answer involved words along the lines of..."crazy", "loud", "exhausting", I also told her that it was the best thing to ever happen to me, but part of me misses the 'Stephanie' that was before motherhood, because being a mother changes you. I had to make sure I wasn't scaring her off...after all, she is a doe-eyed, bride. She's eager for the future family that her and her husband will eventually have, and I don't want to smudge the rose colored glasses from which she gazes out of. Let's be honest...isn't that how we all were before we had our children? I went home this afternoon and put Benji down for a nap and I thought about how exactly having children has changed me. If I could go back to 21 year-old Steph, the new bride, anxious to start our family, and prepare her for what was to come, I would tell her this:
the minute you become a mother, your life revolves completely around something other than you...so start practicing selflessness, now.
Motherhood has completely shaped who this 31 year-old Steph, is. No other event or change in my life has made me see the best in myself, or...the absolute worst. Motherhood changes you. It gave me a reason to live. It strengthened my faith in my creator and his love for me. It made me appreciate the small things...like a lazy morning in my jammies, drinking coffee and watching my baby's drool-y "coos". It made me see the world as a beautiful place surrounded with good people, but also a world that was full of dark, evil, scary things. It made me value more the importance of a good girlfriend, one that you don't have to pretend to be perfect with. Raising kids had made me more open-minded and helped me realize that there's more than one way to raise healthy, happy children. It's made me see just how "mean girl" females can be, even after they're adults. I never loved my husband more...ever...or hated him more...ever. I've learned that some things are just not worth a fight. My own comfort, desires, vanity, my feelings...are not important. My sacrifices, prayers, dreams, my attitude...are crucially important. When you become a mother, you understand what it means to love someone so much it hurts...literally, it's painful to your soul. You begin to worry about things you never thought of before...like, catastrophic life-changing accidents that are beyond your control...but also, things like, what if he wakes up in the night and he's cold? You'll wake up in the middle of the night for no other reason than to watch your sleeping baby...and put a finger under his nose to make sure he's breathing...and your heart will absolutely break when you touch his feet and feel that he's cold. You'll be thankful that your children finally fall asleep, but when they do, you'll miss them. "Sexy" used to mean chiseled abs, now it's seeing your husband reading The Berenstain Bears, to a bed full of sleepy boys.
Motherhood has completely shaped who this 31 year-old Steph, is. No other event or change in my life has made me see the best in myself, or...the absolute worst. Motherhood changes you. It gave me a reason to live. It strengthened my faith in my creator and his love for me. It made me appreciate the small things...like a lazy morning in my jammies, drinking coffee and watching my baby's drool-y "coos". It made me see the world as a beautiful place surrounded with good people, but also a world that was full of dark, evil, scary things. It made me value more the importance of a good girlfriend, one that you don't have to pretend to be perfect with. Raising kids had made me more open-minded and helped me realize that there's more than one way to raise healthy, happy children. It's made me see just how "mean girl" females can be, even after they're adults. I never loved my husband more...ever...or hated him more...ever. I've learned that some things are just not worth a fight. My own comfort, desires, vanity, my feelings...are not important. My sacrifices, prayers, dreams, my attitude...are crucially important. When you become a mother, you understand what it means to love someone so much it hurts...literally, it's painful to your soul. You begin to worry about things you never thought of before...like, catastrophic life-changing accidents that are beyond your control...but also, things like, what if he wakes up in the night and he's cold? You'll wake up in the middle of the night for no other reason than to watch your sleeping baby...and put a finger under his nose to make sure he's breathing...and your heart will absolutely break when you touch his feet and feel that he's cold. You'll be thankful that your children finally fall asleep, but when they do, you'll miss them. "Sexy" used to mean chiseled abs, now it's seeing your husband reading The Berenstain Bears, to a bed full of sleepy boys.
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