A while ago a made a promise to myself, a list of things I wanted to do more of. I love being a stay-at-home mom and I’m beyond grateful that we’re able to make ends meet on Boris’ salary alone. That being said, sometimes I get lost in a world of laundry and housework and sticky hands. There are days when I miss being around adults, being challenged. So I made a list of things I want to do more of for myself in those few quiet moments I have throughout the day:
- Read
- Write
- Cook/Bake
- Crochet
- Sew
This past weekend, I did something I haven’t done in a long time (probably since before Ben was born). I read a book. A book for myself. Not a book that had anything to do with sleeping or eating or childhood development. Okay, so the book was a memoir of motherhood but I still read it for myself. I love Rebecca Woolf’s blog, Girl's Gone Child and I loved her book, Rockabye: From Wild to Child, a heartfelt account of what happens when an irrepressible young city girl gets pregnant by accident. I thought it was humorous, relatable and honest. I thoroughly enjoyed crawling under the covers during nap time to read, for myself...
Becoming a mother means splitting yourself in two. Squeezing new life from between two walls and becoming half mother, half self. But I believe there is room enough in every woman for passion and work and dreams and her children, for everything she wants with room for dessert. Life is long.
- Rebecca Woolf
