Just one of those days….
My sister - friend gave birth to her first child very far away from me. Although a few of my frineds’ kids call me aunt, I feel I just became an aunt today. She gave birth very far away from me, in a totally differnt time zone and her husband called me less than 15 minutes after the birth, very early morning my time, and we cried and laughed and cried more on the phone…and then I called my better half that is on a business trip and is on totally another time zone…I woke him up and cried and laughed and chat and he was yawning for half of it and speechless from joy for another half…..
Just one of those days….
My sister- friend called me from hospital and after a serious cry and laugh and cry and chat….she told me about the night and day that she had and how all ended up in my nephew being born….and then she, being totally consumed with fatigue, adrenalin rush and good amount of Prolactin and “happy” hormone (the one and only: Endorphin) asked me the big million dollar question:
"Tell me something. The rest of the child rearing can not be as hard as my last 15 hours…can it?”
I laughed and teased and avoided the answer altogether….after all it is not that often that we, mothers, can be high on such natural happy hormones!!! Why spoil it for this sweet sister of mine?!
Then I put the phone down and had to deal with one of those toddler days…one of those days that if someone would have pulled out every hair on my head, would have been so much easier and less painful than going through all the tantrums, terrible twos pattern of behavior, whining, non stop talk and question, refuse to do anything that is being asked for and do everything that is a big NO NO NO!
One of those toddler days that Mamma did not say much other than:
Don’t do it!
Stop it there Mr.!
Don’t even think about it!
I know your trick my boy!
Where do you think you are going?
And what does that cry mean now?
Please be gentler
Watch where you are running to
Hello, mamma is calling for you
OK time for "time out"!
Just one of those days….
He is in his crib now and tries to fall asleep and I am sleeping with my eyes open, the irony of life...
I am typing these words and thinking of my sister – friend…Oh my dear sweet sister. The labor is so much easier than the child rearing. It is a tough role, it is exhausting, it will push your boundaries beyond anything in your life, there are times that you want to cry out of exhaustion and desperation, there are times that you are truly clueless and unbelievably out of any patience, there are times that you feel how can I go on one more minute and above all there is that good old guilt and second guessing of the mothers….and yet at the end of the day while you go through all that roller coaster rides and the three ring circus acts, while every cell in your body aches and the pain can be felt in every muscle and bone of your half broken body, you just smile…
Even when smiling is too energy consuming: you still smile!
Even if your facial muscles don't work anymore, you will still smile in your heart!
Just one of those days….
8 comments:
Hey so this is mommy’s secret!
I always thought how can a woman go through that “hellish” experience called labor and then be totally over the moon and giddy and in a state of “drunkenness”?
What did you call it? Happy hormone?!
I enjoyed your post Mommy Homeopath
Humor lover
Hi Mommy Homeopath,
You ended the post on such a high note….:“you still smile”!
If only I could do that one day, then I would have taken the leap of faith and would have jumpped in the lake of motherhood….
A reader
OH how I remember the terrible two! My little one turned three couple of months ago and we had such a TERRIBLE TWO! Let me tell you that WOWWW
And then something else starts, only this time there is no such a cute name for it like terrible two:):)
I know what you mean. The labor is the easiest part!
Good luck with that little 2 years old of yours and soon a newborn!
Eve
Hi Humor lover,
OH YA! That is the secret of it all...the good old endorphin. It is actually the sole reason for any response during excitment and "rush"...dare I bring it up here...belive it or not, this little molecule - well not so little in the scale of biochemistry!- is the reason behind orgasm:):)
I suspect that is also the happiness that we feel after a good old portion of chocolate...but only my guess!
Dear a reader,
That is so true...it is taking a leap of faith. Interestingly I am debating to write a new post about this leap of faith!
Well we shall see
Hope you are enjoying your weekend
OH Mamma Eve,
You want to tell me there is another phase after terrible two????? NO WAY!I could NEVER guess that one!
All the joke aside, one thing I learned with this little boss of mine, is that whenever I feel I got the routine and the clues and what to do in a particular phase, that is when that phase comes to an end and I will be in the ground zero!
Exactly like life ha?!
So maybe the key is to always be clueless! ha-ha
Dear friend:
If a day starts with a good news about your sister-friend, it is not just one of those days anymore! It is a wonderful day!
Congratulations…best wishes to your friend her new baby!
You know what? Reading your post, I thought about your phrase "sister-friend" many times; it was a very nice phrase and I liked it; I wish I had a couple of these sister-friends too. The ones who deserve to be called "sister" or "brother"…
Be happy my "Thoughtful friend".
Dear sensitive Parinaz (and what an amazing quality is that sensitivity),
So true! It was an amazing day.
I think I used the phrase of "one of those days..." to show an amazing day can be a very tough one in sense of daily routine of life...and let me tell you my dear friend, OH IT WAS A TOUGH ONE!
For me words carry very deep power. I don't use them carelessly in any language that I know. I have few - not too many though- sister friends and brother friends. I am not sure is it because I am the only child or does it come from somewhere deeper than that: but I believe the sister friend and brother friend is even better than sister and brother?!
Hope you are good my dear Parinaz!
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