SURPRISE
lol jk
*THIS IS KINDA LONG BTW. if you dont like reading, at least read the last parts k
Hi, I'm back again. No one's even reading these but its ok. I'm having fun writing. Ok so the next fact on the instagrams was:
I've wanted to be a mom since I was a weee little child, and I can't really imagine myself being anything else.
For some reason I find this one kind of personal, mostly because I decided to not tell a lot of people (I guess I changed my mind if I posted it on instagram?!) because the response I got from some people would make me re-question my entire life and existence. But I really want to talk about it because I'm really passionate about this so here it goes
Growing up, I looked up to my mom A LOT. I wanted to be exactly like her. Everything she did was the right way to do things. I never used to cook my ramen noodles according to the package instructions because my mom never did, so I thought it was forbidden to read the directions lol (again, I am naive and dumb). Since my mom was a stay at home mom, I thought that that was exactly what I had to do as well. I knew that I would just get married and have kids, never giving thought at the possibility of having a job or something. According to my mom, when she would ask my what I wanted to be when I grew up, I would always say, "I'm gonna be a mom." so yea. I always imagined myself being a super cool mom driving a black escalade with my two kids in the back while we all go to get some ice cream or something.
Somewhere along the line, I decided that just being a mom wasn't cool enough, because everyone's mom had a job so I decided I needed one too. That was hard though, considering I've never been interested in anything that required going to school for a long time, like being a doctor, lawyer, engineer, etc. I never had interest in anything that we learned at school either. I never had too many hobbies either. Heck, aside from reading, watching TV and eating food, I dont really know what I used to do tbh. After a while, I discovered makeup and decided I wanted to be a makeup artist. I almost followed this career path for a while, but things happen and I decided it wasnt for me. I went through a couple phases in search of an actual career until I just gave up and didn't know what I wanted to do with my life anymore.
My mom ended up having my baby brother right around this time, when I was in my freshman year of high school. I loved holding my brother, putting him to sleep, watching him just stare at everything..I didn't mind changing his diapers or getting puked on, and I wanted to help out with him as much as I could. My sophomore year of high school, I was homeschooled, partially so I could help my mom with the baby(or at least thats what I told her to convince her to let me stay at home for school hehe) and even though I would complain about being trapped at home and sometimes I would get annoyed of him, I still enjoyed it. Over the past three years, I've babysat him A TON. And that's a fact, Im not even bragging :). My schedule for school has mostly been that I am at school for only two days, so that leaves me to have to spend a lot of time with the little babes. If my mom is out running errands or picking up my other brother from school, a lot of times I have to watch him. There have been many moments where I get extremely frustrated by him, whether its because I cant get him to stop crying because he just wants mom, or because he's so hyper that he's running around destroying everything(ah, the joys of boys). Through the madness of trying to feed him, get him to stop crying or throwing that dinosaur toy at me while I'm in the middle of being lazy and binge watching TV or on the social medias I would ask myself all the time if I still reeally wanted to be a mom. It's a lot of sacrifice. You have no room to keep watching your favorite TV show while the kid is sick or hungry or hurt or cranky because he just woke up from a nap riight when you got the good part of the show. Yet, I would always think, yes. Yes, I still want to be a mom. Because at the end of the day when he says "I love you" or when he runs to my room screaming "Apppiii!" and gives me a hug, it's worth it. I'm not even his mom and it's still worth it. And its also worth it bc children are extremely adorable when they talk, and babies are so so cuddly and warm and smell good and are the greatest things to happen to life (im obsessed with newborns k).
So yea, I cant imagine myself doing anything else because 1. that's all ive ever imagined myself doing 2. i love taking care of bbs 3. its hard for me to find hobbies that could be occupations that i would want to put my time and effort into (hey im lazy)
Since this is getting really long, I'll end it here and continue on in another post about moms and jobs and stuff. but yea.
Live, laugh and love alllll the babies in your life,
Saba
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Sunday, March 1, 2015
I'm secretly a mother of three kids (TFAM #2)
SURPRISE
lol jk
*THIS IS KINDA LONG BTW. if you dont like reading, at least read the last parts k
Hi, I'm back again. No one's even reading these but its ok. I'm having fun writing. Ok so the next fact on the instagrams was:
I've wanted to be a mom since I was a weee little child, and I can't really imagine myself being anything else.
For some reason I find this one kind of personal, mostly because I decided to not tell a lot of people (I guess I changed my mind if I posted it on instagram?!) because the response I got from some people would make me re-question my entire life and existence. But I really want to talk about it because I'm really passionate about this so here it goes
Growing up, I looked up to my mom A LOT. I wanted to be exactly like her. Everything she did was the right way to do things. I never used to cook my ramen noodles according to the package instructions because my mom never did, so I thought it was forbidden to read the directions lol (again, I am naive and dumb). Since my mom was a stay at home mom, I thought that that was exactly what I had to do as well. I knew that I would just get married and have kids, never giving thought at the possibility of having a job or something. According to my mom, when she would ask my what I wanted to be when I grew up, I would always say, "I'm gonna be a mom." so yea. I always imagined myself being a super cool mom driving a black escalade with my two kids in the back while we all go to get some ice cream or something.
Somewhere along the line, I decided that just being a mom wasn't cool enough, because everyone's mom had a job so I decided I needed one too. That was hard though, considering I've never been interested in anything that required going to school for a long time, like being a doctor, lawyer, engineer, etc. I never had interest in anything that we learned at school either. I never had too many hobbies either. Heck, aside from reading, watching TV and eating food, I dont really know what I used to do tbh. After a while, I discovered makeup and decided I wanted to be a makeup artist. I almost followed this career path for a while, but things happen and I decided it wasnt for me. I went through a couple phases in search of an actual career until I just gave up and didn't know what I wanted to do with my life anymore.
My mom ended up having my baby brother right around this time, when I was in my freshman year of high school. I loved holding my brother, putting him to sleep, watching him just stare at everything..I didn't mind changing his diapers or getting puked on, and I wanted to help out with him as much as I could. My sophomore year of high school, I was homeschooled, partially so I could help my mom with the baby(or at least thats what I told her to convince her to let me stay at home for school hehe) and even though I would complain about being trapped at home and sometimes I would get annoyed of him, I still enjoyed it. Over the past three years, I've babysat him A TON. And that's a fact, Im not even bragging :). My schedule for school has mostly been that I am at school for only two days, so that leaves me to have to spend a lot of time with the little babes. If my mom is out running errands or picking up my other brother from school, a lot of times I have to watch him. There have been many moments where I get extremely frustrated by him, whether its because I cant get him to stop crying because he just wants mom, or because he's so hyper that he's running around destroying everything(ah, the joys of boys). Through the madness of trying to feed him, get him to stop crying or throwing that dinosaur toy at me while I'm in the middle of being lazy and binge watching TV or on the social medias I would ask myself all the time if I still reeally wanted to be a mom. It's a lot of sacrifice. You have no room to keep watching your favorite TV show while the kid is sick or hungry or hurt or cranky because he just woke up from a nap riight when you got the good part of the show. Yet, I would always think, yes. Yes, I still want to be a mom. Because at the end of the day when he says "I love you" or when he runs to my room screaming "Apppiii!" and gives me a hug, it's worth it. I'm not even his mom and it's still worth it. And its also worth it bc children are extremely adorable when they talk, and babies are so so cuddly and warm and smell good and are the greatest things to happen to life (im obsessed with newborns k).
So yea, I cant imagine myself doing anything else because 1. that's all ive ever imagined myself doing 2. i love taking care of bbs 3. its hard for me to find hobbies that could be occupations that i would want to put my time and effort into (hey im lazy)
Since this is getting really long, I'll end it here and continue on in another post about moms and jobs and stuff. but yea.
Live, laugh and love alllll the babies in your life,
Saba
lol jk
*THIS IS KINDA LONG BTW. if you dont like reading, at least read the last parts k
Hi, I'm back again. No one's even reading these but its ok. I'm having fun writing. Ok so the next fact on the instagrams was:
I've wanted to be a mom since I was a weee little child, and I can't really imagine myself being anything else.
For some reason I find this one kind of personal, mostly because I decided to not tell a lot of people (I guess I changed my mind if I posted it on instagram?!) because the response I got from some people would make me re-question my entire life and existence. But I really want to talk about it because I'm really passionate about this so here it goes
Growing up, I looked up to my mom A LOT. I wanted to be exactly like her. Everything she did was the right way to do things. I never used to cook my ramen noodles according to the package instructions because my mom never did, so I thought it was forbidden to read the directions lol (again, I am naive and dumb). Since my mom was a stay at home mom, I thought that that was exactly what I had to do as well. I knew that I would just get married and have kids, never giving thought at the possibility of having a job or something. According to my mom, when she would ask my what I wanted to be when I grew up, I would always say, "I'm gonna be a mom." so yea. I always imagined myself being a super cool mom driving a black escalade with my two kids in the back while we all go to get some ice cream or something.
Somewhere along the line, I decided that just being a mom wasn't cool enough, because everyone's mom had a job so I decided I needed one too. That was hard though, considering I've never been interested in anything that required going to school for a long time, like being a doctor, lawyer, engineer, etc. I never had interest in anything that we learned at school either. I never had too many hobbies either. Heck, aside from reading, watching TV and eating food, I dont really know what I used to do tbh. After a while, I discovered makeup and decided I wanted to be a makeup artist. I almost followed this career path for a while, but things happen and I decided it wasnt for me. I went through a couple phases in search of an actual career until I just gave up and didn't know what I wanted to do with my life anymore.
My mom ended up having my baby brother right around this time, when I was in my freshman year of high school. I loved holding my brother, putting him to sleep, watching him just stare at everything..I didn't mind changing his diapers or getting puked on, and I wanted to help out with him as much as I could. My sophomore year of high school, I was homeschooled, partially so I could help my mom with the baby(or at least thats what I told her to convince her to let me stay at home for school hehe) and even though I would complain about being trapped at home and sometimes I would get annoyed of him, I still enjoyed it. Over the past three years, I've babysat him A TON. And that's a fact, Im not even bragging :). My schedule for school has mostly been that I am at school for only two days, so that leaves me to have to spend a lot of time with the little babes. If my mom is out running errands or picking up my other brother from school, a lot of times I have to watch him. There have been many moments where I get extremely frustrated by him, whether its because I cant get him to stop crying because he just wants mom, or because he's so hyper that he's running around destroying everything(ah, the joys of boys). Through the madness of trying to feed him, get him to stop crying or throwing that dinosaur toy at me while I'm in the middle of being lazy and binge watching TV or on the social medias I would ask myself all the time if I still reeally wanted to be a mom. It's a lot of sacrifice. You have no room to keep watching your favorite TV show while the kid is sick or hungry or hurt or cranky because he just woke up from a nap riight when you got the good part of the show. Yet, I would always think, yes. Yes, I still want to be a mom. Because at the end of the day when he says "I love you" or when he runs to my room screaming "Apppiii!" and gives me a hug, it's worth it. I'm not even his mom and it's still worth it. And its also worth it bc children are extremely adorable when they talk, and babies are so so cuddly and warm and smell good and are the greatest things to happen to life (im obsessed with newborns k).
So yea, I cant imagine myself doing anything else because 1. that's all ive ever imagined myself doing 2. i love taking care of bbs 3. its hard for me to find hobbies that could be occupations that i would want to put my time and effort into (hey im lazy)
Since this is getting really long, I'll end it here and continue on in another post about moms and jobs and stuff. but yea.
Live, laugh and love alllll the babies in your life,
Saba
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