By BERN MORLEY
There’s no shame in admitting that you miss certain parts about your life BC (before children). Just because you have reproduced and now care for another human, this doesn’t mean that you stop being one yourself.
I was, by today’s standards, a fairly young mother. Barely past the young adulthood stage myself when I had my first child, I was quite used to doing, like most 23 year olds, what I wanted, when I wanted.
I will say though, on the whole, I have changed for the better since becoming a mother. I know I am less selfish. I know that I have more compassion and I know that I am more confident. Yet, there are some things I will always miss, even if just a little.
Like going to the bathroom alone. Sounds simple enough right? Think again. It’s like the MINUTE my arse hits that seat, a silent alarm goes off and alerts all of my children to assemble outside of the toilet door. Suddenly they need to go “REALLY bad!” or they have something they urgently need to tell me or World War 3 breaks out in the hallway over who gets to eat the last strawberry. Five minutes alone. I’d almost sell a kidney for five minutes alone in there some days.
Or like doing something spontaneous. I remember once, we decided, on a complete whim, to head off to Hamilton Island for a weekend. Clearly this a) meant we had too much money and b) no other pressing commitments. Now, now just organising a night out to see a B-grade movie takes military precision planning and being prepared to sell part of my soul in begging the in-laws for 3 hours of babysitting.