My journey into motherhood was packed with a wealth of advice—some asked for, some definitely not—about what to anticipate when my belly transformed into a newborn. Yet, despite all the guidance I received, no one really prepared me for the absolute erosion of privacy that comes with being a mom. Perhaps the seasoned mothers who shared their wisdom were simply overwhelmed by little hands tugging at them and mouths constantly begging for attention. Or maybe they intentionally left this nugget of truth out, who knows?
I like to believe that these other moms, including my own, discreetly omitted this detail because I entered this new world brimming with confidence. They could sense my self-assuredness from a mile away. After all, nobody wanted me to join the motherhood ranks carrying a weight of uncertainty. My extensive research through books and child development courses surely made me a prime candidate for some good-natured “initiation” rites.
Fortunately, my initiation wasn’t too harsh. My friends supported me through the chaos, but when I expressed the relentless reality of hardly having a moment to myself, they responded with a touch of sarcasm. One remarked, “You seem to have it all figured out from your classes and readings, so what could I possibly add?” While those words might not be verbatim, they capture the sentiment. Well played, fellow mothers.
I knew I had officially joined “the mom club” when I found myself pretending to take a bath just to sneak a moment of solitude with my French fries. I assure you, it’s not as dire as it sounds—I did take a bath, but I admit I was on a mission fueled by a greasy snack.
As it turns out, I’m not alone in resorting to secrecy or bizarre tactics to carve out some precious “me time.” Here are a few confessions from my mom friends that might resonate with you:
“I often eat in my car before I get home to avoid sharing. Sometimes, I stow away Girl Scout cookies in the freezer, sneaking them out one by one to hide in the pantry because my kids have the noses of bloodhounds,” shared a friend named Sarah.
Another chimed in, “I’ve bought treats and stashed them away like they’re contraband to avoid sharing—cookies, chips, you name it. I hide them in my closet and indulge behind a locked door, often with music blasting to mask any sounds.” She humorously added, “If there are leftovers, I take a big serving and let my husband think the kids devoured it, while my kids believe their dad polished it off.”
After sharing laughs with my friends, I realized that indulging in a few extra cookies or fries doesn’t have to be a source of shame; it’s simply part of the secrets we keep as mothers. Keeping tiny humans alive can feel draining, and a few little indulgences can be a great way to recharge.
Interestingly, my friends also didn’t mention the sheer beauty of motherhood. It’s heartwarming to know that someone loves you enough to want to be with you constantly. Looking into their eager little faces, as they beg for your food, fills me with pride for the role I’ve played in their lives.
Reflecting on these stories reminds me that some experiences are too intricate for words. Sure, sneaking fries into the bathtub might be something I wish I was warned about, but it doesn’t overshadow the joys of motherhood. If a few hidden treats help you be the best mom possible, then go for it. After all, it’s not like the kids are counting your snacks anyway.
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In summary, while motherhood comes with its challenges—like the loss of privacy and the need for clandestine snacks—it is also filled with beautiful moments that make it all worthwhile.