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Reflection

Things I did not know about myself before motherhood:

--that I would become a slave to my children's nap- and bedtimes
--that pregnancy and childbirth would actually improve my body image
--that it would be easier to love a child who does not cause physical pain
--that I would breastfeed
--that I would not love breastfeeding but do it anyway
--that I would fluctuate so widely and often between not wanting to leave the house and feeling trapped at home
--that I love being pregnant
--that it would be far easier to be a mother than a wife
--that I would cry the first time I left my oldest with someone else at bedtime

What have you learned?
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  1. K MagillMarch 4, 2011 at 3:07 PM

    - That potty training would be such a test of my patience,
    - That I would care so much about my children's sibling relationships
    - How different it would be getting sick as a mom versus before kids
    - What a drain my IQ motherhood is turning out to be
    - How much less cute dogs and cats seem now

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  2. DonnaMarch 6, 2011 at 6:46 AM

    - That all my children would be so incredibly creative

    - That all my children would travel the world

    - That my children would choose the largest, possible musical instruments available to play

    - That I would never stop feeling like a Mom even when my children became adults

    - That I would watch sweaty boys wrestle at eight hour tournaments and enjoy it

    - That I would love the Suzuki piano method

    - That I would be so hard on myself as a parent

    - That the only "me" time would be 5:30 am

    - That high school years would have so many highs and lows

    - That I really didn't know as much as I thought I did

    -That grandchildren would be so fascinating.

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