Como rutina, todas las mañanas trato de hacer ejercicio, me meto a internet a checar lo que pasa en el mundo mientras tomo mi cafe, me baño y saco perros… hoy mi rutina es totalmente diferente, mi ejercicio es cargar a la bebe, a internet me meto mientras Martina duerme, del cafe ni se diga, ahora siempre lo tomo frio y sacar perros? A qué hora!?
Esto me hizo pensar en como te cambia la vida tener un bebe y me encanto leer ese día un post de FB que compartio la también mamá primeriza y querida amiga Mariana Villalobos que me pareció encerraba a la perfección este tema.
Se los voy a re escribir porque vale la pena.
Mom Gives Best Explanation on How Life Changes After Pregnancy:
“We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of starting a family. “We´re taking a survey,” she says half joking. “Do you think I should have a baby?”
“It will change your life”, I say carefully keeping my tone neutral.
“I know” she says, “No more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations.”
But that is not what I ment at all. I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable.
I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking, “What if that had been my child?” That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die.
I look at her manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. I feel that I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. Her life now so important will be of less value to her once she has a child. She will begin to hope for more years, not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs. I want her to know that a cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor.
My daughter relationship with his husband will change, but not in the way she thinks. I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with his child. She will fall in love again for reasons she would find now very unromantic.
I want her to taste the joy that is so real it actually hurts.
My daughter´s quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes. “You´ll never regret it,” I finally say. Then I reached across the table, squeezed my daughter´s hand and offered a silent prayer for her, for me, and for all the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings: motherhood.