All this while I’ve been thinking of subjects and thoughts to share but i’ve forgotten the most important one. Who I am.
Lets see, since my blog name, klmom, carries a small part of my identity, i will start describing myself as a mother.
I am mother of one darling daughter who turns 1 tomorrow. Being a mom is a whole career on its own. After getting off work, upon entering my house i dawn on a different role like superman changing into his super suit only my undies are not outside. My functions and responsibilities are worlds apart from my day job. But my point is, it is a job.
Maybe not many will agree with me or even call it fair to call motherhood a ‘job’. It doesn’t sound humane but consider the responsibilities and function of a mother. But really, just because you have a kid it doesn’t mean u don’t have a bad day. We have bad hair days, don’t we?
So my task entails washing, cleaning, cooking, playing, guarding, transporting, singing, teaching, pacifying, reading, feeding, changing… the list goes on. It’s a job where getting your hands dirty and i mean disgustingly dirty is a must. Experience is not necessary but an advantage if you have some.
The perks? Well, there are many cherished moments that cannot be bought or replaced. These are the good times which I wish to remember and use as a motivator to keep smiling through bad days. To have a mini ‘me’ hug and kiss me just makes me warm all over and increases my guilt for all those boiling moments i’ve had.
It’s a tiring job. I salute all stay-home moms, it’s takes a lot to leave the work force and face screaming rascals who throws up just to make a point.
Better yet, how do they maintain their warm smiles and look like cream cakes after a whole day? Why do i look like i came out from the washing machine?
For this title, “mother”, the more patience you have the better. I fair somewhere in the middle, i think. Another thing that u MUST have in order to survive is not parental skills, it’s the love for children. With it, you’ll sail. It’s ok if you don’t like children or feel like they’re as strange as aliens. The earlier months did feel like i was nursing an alien.
With all that said, i must say being a mother is more than what i have expected. When people say your life will change, no one told you about the specifics. I know now…
Another child? Erm… i have to get back to you on that another time. It’s a scary thought though…
So, that’s me. A mother.
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