I spent a lot of time as a teenager wondering if my mom was really happy. How could she be, I wondered, working a thankless job as a teacher, married to a man who worked incessantly, and dealing with two kids who were hell? She never stopped moving — she would wake up at 4AM to work out before her day began, and then go through her daily motions. How could anyone be happy with that?
Now that I am a mother of a one-year-old, I’m realizing I resemble my mom more and more. The only real difference is the man I married, as he stays home with our child most days. That aside, I work my rear off in a job that many would find thankless. My daughter witnesses both of us exercising, working on the house, and she has started helping with the gardening. You know what? I’m happy.
What I eventually realized is that my mother never sacrificed herself to be a mom, just as I didn’t sacrifice myself to be a mom. I went through the partying stage and moved on to where I am now. I went through odd jobs that were soul-crushing to find a career where I plan to stay. I am a design of my own making, often times inspired by my mother, and my daughter will benefit.
What qualities in your own parents are you happy to inherit? — Shelly G