After finding myself in the unemployment line for the second time in two years, I started a blog in 2009 as a way to showcase my writing so I could get a "real job." I soon discovered that life behind a keyboard beats a corner window office any day of the week. When I'm not writing, blogging, vlogging, or consulting in the social media space, I try to do good in the world, in my neighborhood, and in my family of one kid, one husband, one dog, two cats, and a fish.
You know those people that are preparing for the birth of their first child but feel totally prepared because they have dogs?
Yeah. That was me. That was us. It wasn't just me that went into parenting with blinders on. My husband was right there alongside me. In fact, I even remember having the conversation with someone at work:
"So, do you think you're ready?"
"Oh yeah. We have two old dogs. They need lots of medication. They wake us up in the middle of the night. It's pretty much the same thing."
Now I laugh at people like me and I tell them all the ways in which children are nothing like dogs.
That's the question that startled me into the realization that I was wholly and completely unprepared for motherhood.
Becoming a parent wasn't a natural choice for me. I didn't have that biological clock ticking away and I certainly didn't hear the alarm even as I approached "advanced maternal age." And yet I was pretty sure that if I didn't give the whole motherhood thing a try, I'd regret it until my dying day.