So one day you’re a twenty-something engaged gal. It’s all about you (and your groom) and you’re planning a gorgeous wedding, being showered with gifts, enjoying the time with your friends and family and relishing every second.
Then another day you’re a twenty-something married gal. It’s all about the two of you, still. Your home, your fun nights at home with dinner and television, your fun nights out with dinner and movies. You love your freedom to head to weekend weddings and weekend away game road trips. Maybe a fun mini-vacation is on the horizon and there’s nothing stopping you from going. You’ve saved your money and any trip is relaxing.
Then all of a sudden, you’re shocked and surprised that you are now a twenty-something married gal who is 7 weeks pregnant. After being married for five months. You can’t be selfish because your body has been turned over to your unborn child. Your eating habits, your drinking habits, your sleeping habits are no longer for you. There’s a big invisible sign that says, “stop what you’re doing and do it this way instead.”
After 9 months of selflessness (which includes complaining a little about the selflessness), your baby is here. And there’s lots of love and lots of activity. There’s also a lot of activity that is just done out of habit. And habit turns into sleepless nights, which turns into running on adrenaline. You’re still sacrificing sleep and because you’ve chosen to breast feed, you’re sacrificing certain foods and all alcohol.
But after the adrenaline wears off and you’re running on fumes, you start calling for backup. Because we all need a little sleep every now and then. And we all need a little time to ourselves to be selfish. To read a book, take a bath, dry our hair and look like a normal twenty-something married gal.
And I think that’s normal and okay. In the beginning I had a lot of pride and was so worried that if I asked for help I’d look weak. And I’d look like I was saying, “I can’t do this.”
But I could do it and I was good at it. I also needed some time to be alone. And if that’s selfish, then I’m okay with selfish.
Now that I have a 13 (almost 14) month old, I’m getting lots of sleep. I’ve been getting lots of sleep since he was 4 months old. But this age comes with other issues. He’s loud at restaurants and I’m easily embarrassed. He is starting to throw tantrums and that makes me nervous about what’s to come when he turns 2.
I’m adopting a new way of thinking when it comes to our family’s focus. Less stuff in exchange for a higher quality of life. It’s hard not to think about stuff when you’re a blogger who reads other blogs with gorgeous furniture, beautiful clothes, and yummy restaurants. I want everything I see.
So I’m working on selflessness when it comes to what I want versus what we need. What my family needs. It’s a hard transition, trust me, I know.
But I can’t stop being selfish when it comes to getting just an hour of time alone every day so I can breathe and decompress or get lost in my book. I think this is how some women stop knowing what songs are popular right now. Or how they end up wearing scrunchies in their hair twenty years after scrunchies have gone “out.” We get stuck in time because we’re so focused on raising the little people in our lives.
So I’m working on a balance. I never want to have regrets where I look at my house and see lots of stuff, but I wasn’t able to help pay for my child’s college education. And I want to be able to feed the parts of me that need to be fed in order to maintain my sense of self.
It takes constant effort to be able to do both of these things, and as mothers; working mothers, stay-at-home mothers, older mothers, younger mothers, single mothers, married mothers, I think we all know what this feels like.










