19 October 2008
No…I’m not talking about pregnancy. I still have not figured that mystery out yet. There were months when my husband and I would hardly manage a good night kiss and I still ended up with a bun in my oven! I’m talking about insanity. I realized, early in my course of motherhood, that insanity comes with the territory. There are different levels, of course, but all mothers relinquish rights to a stable mental and emotional state when they give birth.
I have lived through many different levels of insanity. I saw the insanity that comes with endless nights of round the clock nursing. I’ve experienced the mental chaos that arrives with teething, influenza and raisins shoved up little nostrils. I know that heart wrenching insomnia of worrying over children who are starting school the next day. Each milestone of childhood brings with it a new phase of insanity for mothers. Someday, I will feel the loss of my last few shreds as my kids start high school, start dating and approaching their departure from the nest (God…please let them leave the nest someday!)
I have learned to embrace my insanity. I have even come to the point where I can openly share it with others. Do I miss being sane? Some days, yes. Being insane does have its perks. I can always blame my lack of organization, dirty house and any other less than desirable trait on the kids and their unending mission to drive me nuts. I can commiserate with other moms who feel like childbirth drained their sanity along with their calcium supply.
Do you ever feel like motherhood had robbed you of your sanity? Does it bother you or are you like me….a woman who embraces it?