okay, so baby wayne and garth are pretty good, but it’s still not enough to make me want a poop factory of my own.
i loved/hated reading my friends ditched me after baby: i don’t want to be that girl in today’s parent. this girl is complaining that everyone didn’t rush to her aid when she popped out her baby. she also complains that, ‘there were those who treated my having a baby like just another thing i was doing—like taking a course or getting a new job.’
why my mixed feelings? because this article highlights the attitude of moms and parents everywhere: that they are blessing the world with their offspring and we should all drop to our knees in awe of the tremendous feat (i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: it takes a lot more skill and a much bigger miracle to not get knocked up over the course of one’s reproductive years!). the opinions expressed in this article only serve to reinforce my indignation about the whole new motherhood scene.
furthermore, the fact that she’s miffed that others just treated her pregnancy like any other big life event rather than the miracle it truly is… well, just go and read the comments for yourself.
and the fact that her friends ditched her? i’ve realised that sometimes you’re friends with people at different times in your life. in learning to cope with the loss of some of my own close friendships due to new babies, i’ve had to reconcile with the fact that maybe not all friends are forever. or maybe there’s just a good 15-year gap during which they’re otherwise disposed. maybe it’s time for mothers to realise that, too.