Is Motherhood A Drag?

Before I had my baby I imagined dragging myself out of bed in the middle of the night to feed my crying baby, wiping a never ending sea of poopy asses, and visiting the doctor so often they would give me a punch card. And for those of you who don't have children unfortunately it's all true. Even while I was pregnant the thought of children really didn't bring thoughts of joy or satisfaction to my hormonal mind. Instead, children seemed, well . . . they seemed like a drag. I kept envisioning invitations to really great things; ballroom dances, rave parties, weekend trips to the French Riviera and my reply always being, "well I guess I'll see if we can get a babysitter." But in my mind knowing full well that we couldn't. Now you might be wondering why I was even having a baby? At the time I didn't know either, I guess it was our plan, that is my husband and I's plan. And I typically am a plan follower so with the baby we proceeded, even if it was going to be a drag. Basically, for me the idea of having a baby to care for was like going to a job you don't really like, but tolerate because of the good health insurance. Not enjoyable, but something that needs to be done.

But after six months of taking care of my new baby I realized being a mom isn't really a drag. In fact I quit my job, the job with the good health insurance, to hang with the little drag all day long. With no break. I don't mind getting up in the middle of the night, I like changing diapers, and luckily my child has been fairly healthy so I haven't been to the doctor too many times. I actually get a lot of joy out of my little girl. I'm kind of addicted to her; like a cocaine addict I'm waiting not for my next line, but for my next hug, the next time I get to wake her up from a nap, or the next time I get to force a taste of squash on her little taste buds. So in case you were thinking about it; no, motherhood is not a drag . . . . . . . not yet anyway, but we'll see when she turns 13. Eeekk!