Special, designated, or priority seats in public transport. Priority in the use of elevators. A Special line for bills payment in banks or in check-out lanes. These were some of the perks I got to take advantage when I was pregnant.
People were concerned that I shouldn’t get too tired, so when they see me standing, they would offer me a seat right away. They wouldn’t let me walk very far, carry bags for long, or even do so much stuff. I’d say that I was pretty much “privileged” when I had a baby in my womb.
Then I felt a 180° shift once the baby was out.
Sure I’d still get priority seats, and people are still concerned that I’m not too tired standing or carrying bags. Well, that was if I was carrying the baby.
Without the baby, nothing. No priority seating. No special lanes. Just like everybody else.
If people did not know that I was a mom, I’d be treated as an ordinary human being. Which isn’t a bad thing, of course. Being ordinary is definitely not bad.
As an “ordinary” woman, I’d be well-dressed when I go out. Strangers won’t believe that I got pregnant because I didn’t gain so much weight. And because I had a girl, I was “blooming”, which I think made perfect sense because I was carrying someone with estrogen, so I was like in female hormones overload.
But, NEWS FLASH!!
MOMS AREN’T ORDINARY!! Especially new moms!!!
What’s ordinary about getting no sleep? About getting up in the wee hours of morning woken up by a shrieking baby? Is it an ordinary skill, to be able to carry a baby in one arm, try to stir what’s cooking in a frying pan in another, and still be able to pick up a toy or a piece of clothing that fell on the floor with one foot, and of course, be able to balance with the remaining foot?
Oh, has anyone also tried to change a soiled diaper and not look away because it stank? Or wash with your own two hands a baby’s bottom, with poop still stuck to it?
You know, it’s very convenient now to have those nasal aspirators that allow the sucking of mucus from a baby’s nose. But would you know what led to it? Sounds icky that a mom would have to suck with her own mouth that sticky, gooey substance from a baby’s nose to make sure it isn’t clogged, and so help her baby breathe normally.
Even if it’s hard, even if it’s yucky, if it goes so low and way beyond your college degree, and still a mom does it? That’s love, that’s service, that’s motherhood.
Even if it’s hard, painful, inconvenient, unglamorous, you still try to be the best mom for your kid. That is way beyond ordinary. That is extraordinary. 🙂