My life as a mom

When I got pregnant, I was 22 years old, gave birth at 23 years old.

While Holden was planned, 5 years ago I would have laughed in anyones face who said i’d be having a child this young. It just didn’t seem to be in the cards for me.

before Holden, I was… well… a partier. I was working on becoming a professional musician (www.myspace.com/jennyfisher), had just recorded a new CD.. played late shows a few times a week, basically partied every night and hung out with a pretty intense crowd.

Needless to say, that’s not how my life is now.

Life now revolves around my little boy. We go by a strict schedule, we don’t go out that often.. hell, Thomas and I haven’t been out alone since JANUARY (that’s another story).
As monotonous as it is, I find comfort in it. Comfort in the fact that I love my son, and that I am able to stay at home with him and raise him how I feel that he deserves to be raised.. giving him all the attention he could ever ask for.
I never did really enjoy working, though. Not any of the odd jobs I had anyways.

There are days (even weeks) where I feel like i’m going to go stir crazy, that I can’t handle Holden one more second without snapping, but I wouldn’t give up being a stay at home mom for anything- not even playing music.

I think the biggest downside is the loss of friendships. A lot of people up and bailed on me once I got married and pregnant. Most of them just aren’t ready to grow up, and maybe it freaked them out that I took a lot of steps towards that in such a short amount of time and they wanted to hang onto their youth for as long as possible.
Maybe they just didn’t care to be friends with someone who was becoming a mother- it didn’t fit their current lifestyle.
Either way, it sucked, and continues to suck.

Looking at it now, the people who couldn’t support me into motherhood probably weren’t the types of friends I need now anyways- but it does get lonely at times.
There aren’t many intelligent conversations you can hold with a 1 year old that don’t involve a lot of babble and funny looks.

Considering my age.. Mommy groups don’t appeal to me. They’re mostly older soccer moms, people who I have nothing in common with other than the fact that we pushed bowling balls out of our nether regions (well.. some had them cut out, but either way).
I’m just not looking to bond over stretch marks and the dreaded ‘mommy-pooch’

Even the ones who have accidentally gotten knocked up post Holden’s birth.. don’t really come around. I don’t know why. I can’t make sense of much of it.. but i’ve become a ‘loner’

it would feel weird going out and partying, knowing my baby is at home (hopefully) missing me. Even when i’m away from him (which isn’t very often), i’m thinking about him, what he’s doing.. if he’s being good.
That tells me that not only has my LIFE changed, but I have changed.
Comes with the territory of motherhood, though… minus crackheads and deadbeats.

Posted on July 25, 2008 by Holdin' Holden 2 Comments
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  • I just wanted to look back at your beginnings in this blog, and WOW your feelings are spot on what I went through/continue going through. I had my first at 24, and it’s been tough keeping in touch with my single, childless friends. And I am definitely am having a hard time with the whole “mommy friend” thing. Too weird forcing friendships over so distant a common bond as both having kids…

  • It is a pity all your haters seem to have missed this post. I guess like most ‘Christians’ who believe whatever they feel like and just notice the bible bits that support them (the whole judge not lest ye be judge might be up there eh). I only just came across your book, and grabbed it. I love a bit of sarcastic wit and even tho I only got 2 years with my angel boy before he was kidnapped you seem relatable. Haven’t got far, but your kids are healthy and happy so no way you deserve the hell these humourless know-alls have directed at you. Thank you for being brave enough to share the reality that most of us are not Martha Stewart – we keep our warts on the outside, instead of covering them up so they eat our insides and our humanity.