Yesterday, while on a walk with my family I started thinking. We had just left a park and I had seen so many different kids, moms and dads. I’m not really sure what got me on this train of thought but somehow I got here. I shared with Kenny and now I’m going to share with you.
I started thinking about our (our being society here) mindset on pregnancy and motherhood. So often I have heard becoming a mother ruins your body. I have heard people talking about pre-baby bodies and pre-pregnancy weight and this looming inevitable stretching that comes with children and how we are “ruined” by stretch marks. I hear about wanting to get our bodies back. Now, I should preface I suppose by saying maybe it is easier for me as I have a husband who does not have a problem with all these changes but regardless I feel these thoughts are valid.
It occurred to me that I had my first baby at 22. I’m not sure what the average lifespan is but let’s just say I live until I’m 90. This means that I will be a mom, will have stretch marks, larger hips, changed breasts, a scar on my belly and will live a life that thinks first about my children for 68 years out of 90 years of life. So, I wonder why do we have this mentality of our bodies being forever changed for the worse after children. I realize now that I left my 22 years of childhood behind me with pregnancy and birth. Afterward, I stepped fully into the body of a woman and mother. The rest of my life I will look the way I do give or take some years on my face so why would I worry about trying to look a way that all women will look for only 20 percent of life. Instead, I will honor myself, my body and my family by being proud of who I am and who I will continue to grow to be. Sure, I have stretch marks now but it was amazing to watch them grow as the life beneath them grew. Motherhood will continue to stretch me in less physically apparent ways but I will never mind being stretched for love.