Sunday, April 06, 2008

The Mommy Complex

Yesterday was Katie's baby shower. I've finally learned never to physically shop for baby shower gifts or I'll never leave the store, at least not without armfuls of things I feel the new mom will adore and having gone way over budget. I gave my new favorite baby shower gift - a boppy, with boppy cover and a little monkey hat (a nod to my shopaholic ways when it comes to baby paraphernalia). Anyway the shower was lovely and tame as showers go -- there was thankfully no inspecting of melted candy bars in baby diapers - yuck! But, this familiar but forgotten feeling crept up during the baby talk and opening of gifts -- utter terror, I believe it is. This always swings around at baby showers. Maybe I'm terrified of the physical act of birthing a baby but I think, even more so, I'm deathly afraid of screwing up a new person's life. I'm worried this fear with make me a neurotic mother. Anyway, no worries, I am not pregnant, nor am I thinking of becoming pregnant soon. It's just that the big 3-0 is looming and our parents are tapping their wristwatches expectantly.

3 comments:

  1. You just have to remember that all parents screw up their kids in some way. You just have to try your best to screw your kids up less than our parents screwed us up. I think that you can't expect any more than that.

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  2. you have married a very wise man, my dear. :)

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  3. I agree with BK. Even though I will try to be the best parent I can, I truly believe there is no such thing as a "perfect parent." Even the best laid intentions lead to neuroses.

    Also - I get that same feeling but it's usually in the middle of the night and I have to pee and I pass the nursery and think - oh. my. god.

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