i feel guilty admitting this, but there are times i wish i never had kids or got married.
i love my kids and husband more than anything, but there are moments when i just daydream about what my life would be like at this point if i didn’t have them. the freedom of doing whatever i wanted, having more financial security, being ALONE, being able to travel, getting to decorate my house the way i want without things being broken or misplaced all of the time… i just wish i had that life sometimes.
a life where my conversations are more than just about my days as a mom… a life where i could do whatever i wanted and putting myself and my needs first… a life where i have friends and fun… a life where i can focus on my wellbeing and advancing my career without feeling guilty… one where it wouldn’t be so hard to find the time to be simply myself. i could write to my penpals in a timely manner without being interrupted, or see a movie on a whim, or only have to fold my own laundry.
a trip out of the house without strapping the baby into her carrier and correcting little man with "don't touch", "use listening ears", "put that back". being able to go on day trips with no planning, just vibes. taking my time shopping without thinking when the next feed is or if someone has to go potty - or just being able to shop without the forefront thought always being "xyz would love this", "xyz needs this". i could go to the library, or cafe, or a hike, with just me and my thoughts and desires. god, it all sounds like heaven to me. i absolutely love being alone and without a plan for the day, and that's just something you can't get when you're married with kids.
i love my kids so, so much. i get teary eyed with happiness when they laugh and the thought of anything happening to them enrages me. i strive for them to be smart and successful and content, with a love for them that cannot be matched or described with words. i look in my rear view mirror, see the two car seats back there, and i smile. i pour over their mementos and photos with such a care and sweetness that no one else but a fellow mom could understand why these little pieces of their childhood are so precious. each of my kids has their own 400+ capacity polaroid album (and little man's is almost full) that are filled with the best moments of their childhoods. i LOVE my kids and my husband.
but sometimes. i can just see that version of me out of the corner of my eye. just out of reach, just a few different decisions made, just a few years back. it haunts me like an ex. like an incomplete journal. like when you have to save over a game file and know that you'll never get that data back. that girl that could've been, only a whisker away.
until next time, ciao.







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