There are some struggles with motherhood that no one really prepares you for. And I am not talking sleepless nights and complete loss of privacy here.
I talk about the struggles you face when your kids develop their own taste and it is completely different to yours.
„It is a phase!“ is what people tell me, and I cling on to that hope like a drowning woman. Because right now all my daughter wants is pink, glitter and unicorns. And if you know me just a little, pink, glitter and unicorns are not my style.
They used to be though, as I faintly remember. When I was around six, I had set my heart on having a princess party for my birthday, and I wanted a pink dress and pink glitter and a plastic crown to wear.
Do birthdays in your family also come in multiples?
We have seven to celebrate from February 7th to March 12th, then months with only a few sprinkled in, and then again four within three weeks time starting October.
Needless to say that birthdays and party planning are keeping me occupied right now. Mine has come and gone, with no celebration due to the fact that I was a) sick and b) turning 39, which didn’t feel like a huge milestone.
Next up is my daughters, she will be four tomorrow. Seriously, I cannot believe how time flies, it feels like yesterday when she was born. Heck, it feels like yesterday when I was crying on my living room floor because my then ob-gyn had told me I was most likely never going to get pregnant.
I have stated it numerous times before: I do not make resolutions, goals or whatever you will call them on New Years Eve.
In fact I don’t make resolutions. Ever. And I don’t actively decide on goals.
I am a Type A personality. Goals are my living, breathing existence.
Which confused Mr. Loca when he recently asked for my blogging strategy and got „Well, I don’t know… I guess it is just fun.“ as an answer. After a moment of disbelief he started to laugh at me and, (quite rightly) said: „You never do things just for fun.“
February is usually a pretty exciting month for me. I mean, we all do expect a little bit of action around our birthday, don´t we?
Well, for the last few years my birthday was a pretty low key event. In fact the last big celebration with friends was when I turned 30. To explain that, let me quickly walk you through the years that followed.
As the title gives away, I am here to talk about changes.
Necessary changes, that I briefly mentioned here already and that are based on the changes my life has gone through.
How many times can I say changes in the first paragraph?
Many of you will know already, I had my second child this month. And if you have children yourself (or know someone who has and suddenly disappeared completely), you will know how little time is suddenly left in your day for all the things you used to do before.
Now that you are reading this, Peanut will most likely have arrived and I will be completely caught up in the wants and needs of this tiny human being.
And while the first weeks (months?) after welcoming a new member of the family are usually spend in a fog caused by hormones, sleep deprivation and utter exhaustion, I know that I will someday emerge, look into a mirror and try my very best not to hate what I see.
This post, of course, needs a disclaimer. I am fully aware of the wonder that growing a human being is, of the amazing things my body has done and that being healthy both myself and my child is the only thing that really matters.
But even if I tell myself that 100 times, and yes, I know it is superficial: I wished I´d look different than I do now anyway.