Yesterday I was reading a blog
where the mom was keepin it real.
I like those kinds of blogs.
The real ones.
As opposed to the fake ones.
The blog's author (who I have no recollection - sorry)
shared her concerns
over not having adult conversations
and what it would be like to go back to the workforce
someday while her working-mom counterparts
build their careers as she changes diapers.
She talked about her fight with depression
over the years.
I personally think she needs to up her meds.
It's amazing what you can tell about a person from their blog.
She was real and she was also somewhat depressing.
I've been there.
I have those days.
But thankfully, because of some psychiatric drugs that work,
they are few and far between.
Not a day goes by that I am not grateful that my anti-depressants work.
Overall, I am a pretty content person.
I am such a happy mom.
I love my job as a stay-home mom.
I don't know if it will last forever,
but I love it for now.
And the longer I live,
the more I understand that
the now is all you should worry about.
I love my kids.
I love spending time with them.
I love teaching them.
I love nurturing them.
I love watching them grow.
I love building friendships with them.
I love discussing with them all kinds of things:
fashion, hygiene, religion, boys, music, cooking:
the list is endless.
I love it when they make me laugh.
I love it when I make them laugh.
I also love getting away from them.
And having adult time.Free time.
Me time.
Peace and quiet.
Any mom who doesn't admit this is a liar.
Or is generally psychotic and needs therapy.
I told this other blogging depressed mom that there
have been two practices that
have kept me sane
through the years.
#1.
I try to have a lunch-date with a girlfriend once a week.
It can be the same friend or different ones.
It can be with kids or without,
but for some reason that connection
really helps me to be happy.
#2.
I have to have my weekly date with my cute hubby.
It is a MUST.
I HAVE to have it.
Like the air that I breathe.
Even if it just means that hubby and I sneak away to the library for some peace and quiet.
Especially the longer we've been married
and the more kids we accumulate.
Depression, I believe comes with motherhood. I think we all battle in varying degrees. Meds are a blessing. My mother in-law is bipolar, and sometimes discounts the blessing her meds are for her family.
ReplyDeleteI like that you make time for you! I need to work on this.
Being a fulltime working mom, I have a hard time with leaving my baby and with the guilt that comes with it. Even though I know I am doing what I have to do. In my head, if I were just home I would be happy. But lately I have come to realize I need to focus on being happy with whatever situation I am in right now. I am still working on that. I can see how it would be hard to be a stay at home mom too. I guess the grass is always greener. Being a mom is hard either way. It is hard to be responsible for a little persons world. Thanks for your posts. I love reading them.
ReplyDeleteEvery mom needs to have me time. It makes me such a better mom. It took me years to learn it, but I've never been the same.
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