One of the things I wasn’t prepared for when it came to motherhood was all of the sacrifices I’d have to make.
I knew I’d have to sacrifice my time. My body. Sleep. But there’s so many sacrifices I wasn’t prepared for.
Maybe it was all the bad advice.
“Sleep when the baby sleeps.”
“Don’t plan your life around the baby, make the baby fit into your life” that set me up with unrealistic expectations―or maybe it’s just the simple fact that you can’t fathom what it truly means to sacrifice til you become a mom yourself.
I can’t remember the last time I showered alone, or used the bathroom alone. I’m not sure when or if I’ll ever go back to work. I see a therapist regularly―and it’s been a long while since I’ve eaten dinner with two hands.
Motherhood is full of sacrifices but the truth is―I’d sacrifice my life for any one of them.
Besides. We’re big on tradition in this house & the joys of raising our own family is that we get to create our own traditions.
Eating dinner together happens to be a big one for us.