Posts Tagged "inadequacy"

Revealed: 10 Things That Happen Post Baby

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Revealed: 10 Things That Happen Post Baby

Once you have children, your world changes. At least mine did. And, when I speak to women, I find that no matter our color or background, we tend to share similar experiences. I engaged in a little girl talk on Mommy’s Open Diary facebook page and discovered the Top 10 Things that Happen After Having Children. Feel free to add to the list! 10. FAMILY Your extended family will get tired of babysitting. I’m not saying they won’t babysit, but prepare yourself for a few reluctant yes’ and your call going straight to voice mail. Girl Talk:  If you have no other choice,...

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Women Without Children Are Selfish?!

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Women Without Children Are Selfish?!

(standing in line at Bank of America with S Dot…an older lady stands behind us) Her: Your son is so handsome! Me: Aww, thank you very much. I appreciate that. Her: You just don’t see enough women like you having children. Me: <hmm, I’m not sure I like where this is going.> Her: Women get educated and decide they don’t want to have babies. It’s just selfish! Me: <cautiously> I can’t say that I agree. It’s not selfish; it’s their choice. Teller: I can help the next person in line. Me: <Thank God!> I always told myself I wasn’t going to have children. My plan was to move...

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I Have To Stop Comparing Myself…

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I Have To Stop Comparing Myself…

I watched Beyoncé’s beautiful documentary this weekend with my husband. Of course, I could have listened to her talk about motherhood for the full 90 minutes but I’m a bit of a nut that way. As the end credits scrolled, I turned off the TV, brushed my teeth and got into bed. As I was laying in the dark, I felt a pit in the center of my stomach and I was flooded by thoughts racing through my mind. Within seconds I was under a slight weight of sadness. My stomach was in knots. “What the hell is my problem?” <yes, this is how I speak to myself>. And, then it hit me. I was sick with...

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