Sassy Mama: The Big Questions
I'm pondering the big questions today. No, not about the meaning of life, or if there is really a God or even whether it's true or not that each person has a soulmate out there somewhere. For all my disjointedness, I think that I actually have my own personal answers to those questions.
No, the one question that is on my mind today is: Why do we have children? Why? I think we are lured into the cuteness, especially us woman-folk. Babies are everything we love: soft, good-smelling, sweet, pleasingly round (appeals to the eye), and just so innocent. It's like you can smell, hear and feel God when you are holding a baby. Heaven on earth. And who doesn't want a bit of heaven on earth?
But then they walk. And then they talk. And then they say, "no" or some sound that clearly resembles a "negative" answer to whatever you are telling them.
And later they wet their beds. Every night. And don't put their dirty, soiled p.j.'s in the laundry room. They let you find them with your bare feet. And they fight, oy they fight. They disobey at every turn.
You continue to love them because you know, they're family and your offspring, but there can be whole weeks when you don't like them.
Did I mention they are messy? So messy.
And loud. So ear-splitting, brain-draining, temper-gauge-rising LOUD.
When a good day comes along, probably after the first week of school, I'll be able to recite all the joys of having children. But not today. Not when I am up to my ears in pee-pee clothes, hyper children that are confined to a tiny apartment (don't you dare suggest I take them to the park, I hate the freakin' park... have you ever tried to keep track of four tiny children in a big park complete with a weird man overlooking the whole playground, making you so sure he is going to grab one of your AWOL children and hurt them)---an apartment that is starting to resemble both the sight and sound of the primate house at the zoo, and heat. Heat sucks.
I have more big questions, but that's enough bitchin' for now.
No, the one question that is on my mind today is: Why do we have children? Why? I think we are lured into the cuteness, especially us woman-folk. Babies are everything we love: soft, good-smelling, sweet, pleasingly round (appeals to the eye), and just so innocent. It's like you can smell, hear and feel God when you are holding a baby. Heaven on earth. And who doesn't want a bit of heaven on earth?
But then they walk. And then they talk. And then they say, "no" or some sound that clearly resembles a "negative" answer to whatever you are telling them.
And later they wet their beds. Every night. And don't put their dirty, soiled p.j.'s in the laundry room. They let you find them with your bare feet. And they fight, oy they fight. They disobey at every turn.
You continue to love them because you know, they're family and your offspring, but there can be whole weeks when you don't like them.
Did I mention they are messy? So messy.
And loud. So ear-splitting, brain-draining, temper-gauge-rising LOUD.
When a good day comes along, probably after the first week of school, I'll be able to recite all the joys of having children. But not today. Not when I am up to my ears in pee-pee clothes, hyper children that are confined to a tiny apartment (don't you dare suggest I take them to the park, I hate the freakin' park... have you ever tried to keep track of four tiny children in a big park complete with a weird man overlooking the whole playground, making you so sure he is going to grab one of your AWOL children and hurt them)---an apartment that is starting to resemble both the sight and sound of the primate house at the zoo, and heat. Heat sucks.
I have more big questions, but that's enough bitchin' for now.
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