If I could
describe my transition into motherhood in anyway, I would compare it to the
Hunger Games, but more so Parenting Games. Except, no one dies (hopefully), and
just about everyone can win, but the struggle to stay afloat is real. Directly
after giving birth, it was as if some PFO (Parenthood Flying Object) abducted
me, transported me to this new world and left me here. The new world looks the
same as the old but feels very different. There are veterans and rookies, and
the veterans are at the top of the parenthood hierarchy. The veterans, though
they mean well, often aim to give advice to rookies, but some advice is unwarranted. However, no matter how many veterans
offer a helping hand (for the most part), eventually parents are left
to fend for themselves.
In the first three
months I was in a realm where stretches of sleep were a luxury, afforded only
to a few lucky parents who by chance had an infant who slept through the night.
In this new world, I am not just known as
Mariam, rather, I am the mother of Madina. In this new world, it is a tiny,
fragile, innocent human being who controls my thoughts, my fears and my every
move.
Like a deer in
headlights, I am afraid, confused, and constantly worried about whether I am doing
the right thing. I fear the judgment of other parents who have done this before
and wonder if I could live up to the expectations of being a good parent. Although
I’m slowly starting to realize that being a good parent is somewhat subjective;
I still research, read blogs, speak with doctors, and yet find myself trapped in
gray areas because my kid will not respond to the techniques that experts
suggest.
Though it may seem that this new world is grim, I assure you
it’s anything but. It’s brighter, greener, and more fulfilling that I could
have ever imagined. Staying awake is worth it when you get to look into your
little ones eyes during the night’s quietest hours. Being scared is okay if it
means making sure your baby feels safe. The imaginary rope that has you feeling
tied down loosens up when your baby smiles and your heart feels like it’s about
to explode into all things that represent happiness. And, as I watch my baby,
this little piece of me, grow up in this big world I feel like it makes me a
better person. I am able to reflect on my own life, and my own childhood, and recognize
the importance of being kind to others. Because with every act of kindness, I
realize that my interaction is with someone else’s daughter or son. And, I
think about how appreciative I would feel if acts of kindness were passed on to
my little girl.
On her first birthday, I am incredibly emotional. I’m re
watching old videos, reminiscing on old pictures and I’m just in awe at how
quickly she has grown. I pray that everyone who wants to be a parent gets to be
part of this new world. It’s shining, shimmering splendor (I’m sorry). Happy
Birthday to my angel, my first born. Happy Birthday, Madina! Mommy and Daddy
love you.
Beautifully said, Mariam! By far my favorite post! Motherhood is one of Gods greatest blessings! Madina is lucky to have a mama like you!
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