Saturday, August 16, 2014

If I Could Write A Letter To Me.

I've seen a few of these "A letter to me before my children were born" posts floating around the interwebs. Some of them are good reads, some I just don't care for. But it made me think of what I would go back and tell myself if I had the chance. And honestly, I don't think I want to go back and give myself a heads up of what motherhood or pregnancy is like.

I have no regrets or wishes to have done things differently. I like the surprise, the experience. Don't get me wrong, there were, are, and will be some miserable moments, but that is a-okay with me.

There's something about being a mom, who can roll with the punches that is satisfying, no it's rewarding.

Now, I have been known to be a bit of a thrill seeker, and I like the challenge of doing lots of things the hard way, so maybe the complicated unknown is what is appealing to me. 

But really, what would I say to myself anyway, "Hey, formula and diapers are expensive. Quit your job before maternity leave because you won't be able to afford or find daycare."? These were all things I already knew. So, blazing a trail and reporting back would do no good.

Maybe my mind will change later on down the road, and I'll wish I could go back and know back then what I would know in the future. Or maybe I'll listen to the sage advice my mother is very willing to give if I just ask. But then again, what's a life without experiences and stories, and advice of your own to give?

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