I frequently wish that there were a way to convey to my spouse what it is like to be essentially a prisoner to a little person for 2 years. Not that I regret my decision to have another child. Not in the least. But, even when I am away from her, I still belong to her.
It’s hard to be perfect.
* It is not a matter of being perfect, it just IS and it has to be lived with
* but yes you are prisoner to your kids (and, emotionally, for a lot longer than 2 yrs).
*And yes, no-one else understands unless they have given birth; no matter how sympathetic the father of the child is, or a maiden auntie, there is no way anyone understands who is not a mother.
But it is nice anyway. Certainly the best thing that ever happened to me – even now, when my kids are adults.
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Thank you, Dr Isis, for putting my amorphous feelings into words. I am a working mom with one-year old twins. All is not right in my world — even if I am doing exactly what I want to be doing — until I am back under their beloved tyranny.