This is me eating humble pie as I type out this:
1. My kid would never be those who, when outdoors or in a restaurant or something – walk to other people’s table and attempt to get a share of their meal. Take last weekend for example when our family and Mwarikhwa’s were out at Jolly Roger, and all Kitty felt like doing was hopping from one table to another transferring bottles of tomato sauce in between, whilst engaging in conversation with the families he found on those tables (and ohh gosh wanting a sip of their soda too). But imagine it didn’t bother me one bit and I just let him be. Atleast he’s social . Meanwhile, other kids were also visiting our table and engaging me and Mwarikhwa in conversation (and wanting sips of our soda’s too), so I figured our kids were all doing exchange visits between tables. I was happy.
2. My hair would always be well kept and my nails pedicured and manicured. Hahaha! Please allow me to laugh at myself for that one! There are days when I honestly cannot find a minute –just a minute to visit my beautician. Gone are the days I would visit the salon even twice a week for a touch up on the hair and them nails. Days when I had all the time in the world. But nowadays there are some days when I find myself with my hair looking like a bad ball of steel wool and my nails looking like Nebuchadnezzar’s and this has the effect of making me walk with my head hung low hoping no one is noticing .
3. My house would always be neat and the toys would be in their right place. Nowadays I find myself jumping over toys in the sitting room because the little boy has spread them all over and I have nowhere to walk and when I need to lie on the couch, I just push them over (or to the floor) to create space for myself and snuggle myself comfortably. Surprisingly, this doesn’t bother me even a little bit for I long gave up rearranging the room every 2.5 minutes. I tell you, Kitty has no regard for orderliness.
4. When I was growing up, one of the things my mom and dad loved to do was wipe dried food remains from our mouths with their saliva spat on their fingers. How I hated that, waaahhhh! Oh gosh, I’m even getting shivers as I remember how I used to dread such moments. My daily prayer request was that God please hasten my growing up so that I’ll become an adult already so that this wiping-with-spit-by-my-parents would stop. Well well well, what do you know now? I find myself doing the same to Kitty . Happily removing dried food particles from his mouth, or removing a stubborn mbisho from the corner of his eye with a spit spat on my finger. And I feel totally nothing for him while doing so. Si they boy needs to look nice?
5. I also said that I wouldn’t be one of these parents who all they do is talk about their child or about motherhood. Ummm…I have a blog. A motherhood blog! Enough said.
And what about you? What things did you vow you’d never do before you became a mom but are now eating humble pie?