(Posted on the blog Bird On The Wire, Feb 27th, 2015. Here’s an excerpt and a link to the full post…)
Parenting is a whole lot of sacrifice. I’m not saying that’s bad. It just is.
It’s been ten years since I started having kids. I knew going in that it would take sacrifice, beginning with my body. “Here’s a home for you, growing fetus,” I offered. And here’s a way to enter the world. Here’s some milk from my breast and a nice squishy belly to rest on until I can retrieve some semblance of my former ab muscles.” I did this with gladness and passion and a sense of purpose I had never known. Three times. I will admit the words “I don’t feel like doing this today; I’m tired,” did escape my lips during my last delivery. But love brought my baby girl forth, nonetheless. With the help of an epidural…