My journey into motherhood began with a plethora of insights—both requested and unsolicited—regarding what to anticipate when my baby bump transformed into a tiny human. However, amidst all the guidance, no one truly prepared me for the overwhelming lack of privacy that accompanies becoming a mother. Perhaps the seasoned moms who provided this “training” were too caught up in their own chaos—distracted by little hands reaching out and persistent pleas for attention—to mention this crucial aspect. Or maybe they intentionally left it out to spare me from a sense of impending dread.
I like to believe the other moms, including my own, omitted this detail because they sensed my confidence from afar. They didn’t want me to join the motherhood fraternity burdened by self-doubt. The knowledge I gathered from books and classes bolstered my self-assurance, making me an ideal candidate for a playful initiation into the world of parenting.
Fortunately, my friends supported me through this transition, but when I voiced my struggles with finding even five minutes alone, their reactions were laced with sarcasm. They said something along the lines of, “You seem so knowledgeable from your books and classes, surely there’s nothing I could add.” Touché, fellow mothers.
I knew I had officially become part of the “mom club” the day I found myself pretending to enjoy a bath just to savor some French fries in peace. I assure you, I did take a bath; it’s not like I’m fabricating tales. However, I must admit, I entered that tub with a secret mission fueled by potatoes and ketchup.
It turns out I’m not alone in resorting to sneaky tactics for a bit of me-time and indulgence. Here are some confessions from my mom friends:
“I often eat in my car before heading home to avoid sharing. Sometimes, I stash Girl Scout cookies in the freezer and stealthily take them out one by one, hiding them in the pantry because my kids have a knack for sniffing them out,” shared one friend.
“Occasionally, I smuggle treats into the house like they’re contraband to avoid sharing (cookies, chips, you name it). I store them in my closet and munch on them behind a locked door, often with music playing to drown out any sounds. I’ve even taken advantage of trash days to discreetly dispose of some of their never-ending holiday candy supply, just a handful at a time,” another friend revealed.
She humorously added, “If we’re fortunate enough to have leftovers, I’ll serve myself an extra-large helping and let my husband think the kids devoured it, while the kids believe their dad did.”
A heart-to-heart with my friends made me realize that indulging in a few extra cookies or fries doesn’t warrant guilt. Motherhood is not about shame; it’s filled with secrets that help us cope. Keeping little ones alive can be draining, so there’s nothing wrong with having a few hidden treats to recharge.
Interestingly, my friends never mentioned the sheer beauty of motherhood. It’s oddly heartwarming to know that someone cherishes you enough to want to be near you constantly. Gazing into their adorable faces as they plead for your food brings a sense of pride in having played a part in their lives.
Reflecting on shared stories reminded me that some experiences are too intricate for mere words. Yes, eating fries in the bathtub for a moment of solitude is something they could have warned me about, but it doesn’t overshadow the joys motherhood brings. If indulging in a few secret snacks helps me be a better mom, then why not?
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Summary
Motherhood is filled with unexpected challenges, including a significant loss of privacy and the need for secret indulgences. Many mothers resort to clever tactics to carve out moments of solitude and enjoyment. Despite the chaos, the beauty of motherhood lies in the profound love and connection shared with children.