Five Mintue Friday - Expectation
I wasn’t sure what it would be like.
We’ve all heard the stories of cooing, of breakfasts of burnt toast and spilled juice in bed. The sugar coated kisses that come from little faces smeared with chocolate. The hugs that never end.
I imagined swinging in the park, strolling around town gazing up at the majestic high-rises, splashing in water.
I expected to be tired from joy and fun and care and doting.
What I got was quite different. Oh there were messy kisses galore and splashing in water, but there was also the dark side. Those things that others know about, but don’t want to tell for fear of discouragement, or even embarrassment. The dark side exists and it can be found in the chubby little fingers of a toddler. These same that fingers that play with your hair and smoosh your cheeks can also draw blood and hit with the sting of a prize fighter.
The expectation should have been to know what was coming and love unconditionally in spite of that. Motherhood is a journey we often start without a map. Can we please start being good tour guides for each other now?
This is a joint exercise between Five Minute Friday and 15 Habits of Great Writers – Day 4 – Practice. This is 5 minutes of raw, unedited writing that I’m putting out there – ugly and all. This was a topic that I certainly don’t like showing to the world, but I need to be brave and honest with you all. How else will you really get to know me? Hope I didn’t scare you off.
If I didn't, won't you join us at either place?