I've always known I wanted to be a mother. I played with dolls and tended to their pretend needs when I was a kid, babysat all through high school, and always dreamed about the special traditions I would start with my future mini mes. And now that I'm married, I'm even more excited to reach that stage. I'm not a mother yet, nor am I in any rush to become one, but along with all the good things I think about when it comes to my future as a mom, I also can't help but let certain fears creep in.
I'm far from perfect. I can be selfish, short-tempered, lazy, and unorganized. I hate vomit. I'm clumsy. I break things. And I swear . . . a lot. My mom promises that it'll be a totally different ballgame once I have a child of my own. While I hope that's true, here are 14 fears that make me laugh but also fill me with dread when I think about becoming a mother one day. Hopefully I can look back on this in 10 years and laugh . . . right? RIGHT?!
I won't overly censor myself around my kids, but I also don't want them to call their teachers "f*cking useless" because they heard me say it.
I'm so used to talking to people I love in a cheeky way. What if I can't turn that off?
I love sleep more than most things. I'm also a very deep sleeper. And if I don't sleep well, it's been advised to proceed with caution. Will this sleepless attitude carry over into motherhood, a place where I've heard nobody gets ANY sleep?! I'm scared.
You know when your friend's kid says something that sounds like complete gibberish to you but your friend somehow knows they want to color while eating a cheese stick? HOW DO THEY FIGURE THAT OUT?!
I'm pretty laid-back, but I never hide it when people piss me off. What if I can't swallow those venting sessions when I have kids?
What the hell, kid? I'm soaking up every last bit of this delicious meal and you have the audacity to ask for the last, precious bite?
When my daughter asks me why Alice stole her markers in class, I'm afraid I'll tell her, "Because Alice sucks," instead of encouraging kindness and empathy.
My mom has told me that it's totally different when it's your kid, but right now? Nope. Not doing that.
Or dance recital, track meet, prom night, etc.
When you're sick, it's so nice to have someone take care of you while you throw a pity party for yourself. I can't imagine having to think about others when I just want to watch Netflix and eat soup all day.
Are the horror stories really true? ARE THEY?!
. . . and I was pretty terrible.
When I think about having two humans to be responsible for, I'm afraid I won't treat them the same. Will I have enough love, time, and money for both of them? With they feel equally special and cherished? STRESS.