When I got pregnant, back in July of last year, Philip and I decided not to announce to anyone but family and close friends until we knew the gender of the baby. Why? I’m not sure. But regardless, I was five months along when we announced, so the timetables in people’s minds were a little off. At least that’s what I’m guessing, because the time between the excited congratulations and the “be prepared for your life to be OVER for the next 18 years” remarks seemed very close together…too close together.
I’m guessing that normal people, who announce their pregnancies at two or three months, get the congratulations nice and early, and then have a few months of peace until those negative comments start flying.
It’s this weird phase of pregnancy, when suddenly no one cares that there is a tiny human growing inside of you, brimming with potential, and filling your hearts with unimaginable love. They pounce on the unsuspecting parents and fill their minds with terror and negativity.
“Your life will never be the same!”
“Your house will never be clean again!”
“You’ll never be able to go out again! And don’t even THINK about vacations!”
“Don’t bother buying nice clothes or nice things, because they’ll be ruined immediately!”
And one comment particular to my situation, “You think you’ll actually have time to paint after that baby comes!? HA!”
As these situations presented themselves time and time again during the last few months of my pregnancy, I wish I’d had the guts to ask these naysayers if they wish they’d never had kids. Would their lives really be better if they had never had a family? I’m guessing no.
But I also wish I’d been able to let them into my home for the past two days, and prove to them that I was being serious when I told them I would paint after my baby was born. I painted for three hours yesterday and the day before. Two one hour spans while my baby slept, and two half hour spans while he happily smiled and flailed his arms and legs on the floor next to me.
It may have only been a total of six hours, and may have been interrupted, but this is how I plan to spend my days for the next thirty years until my children leave for college. I’m making time for it, no matter what, and it is worth it. Yes, it’s a change, and no, it’s not as easy as before, but why would I want an easy and unchanging life? I love change, especially when it looks like this:
Would I give him back just so I could have eight hours of uninterrupted painting time every day? Of course not!
With dedication, passion, and a baby on a schedule, I’m doing and will continue doing what I want to do – being a mom AND a painter.
Oh, and my house is as clean as ever, we have four vacations planned for the remainder of 2010, and I think spit-up stains make my clothes even nicer.
I’m living my dream and keeping that negativity as far away as possible.