Whenever you look around, you see images of women who seem to be doing it all and without breaking a sweat. You see mothers who handle successful careers, having functional relationships, parenting the perfect kids and still manage to smile almost round the clock and going on and on how motherhood is the most beautiful and glorious thing that ever happened to them.
I first saw Tiffany Haddish on The Carmichael Show but it wasn't until I saw her on an entrance on The Late Show with Stephen Colbert that she really stood out. She's was so full of energy and confidence and I was in awe. From then on I have been lowkey obsessed and she hasn't disappointed me yet. Everyone loved her on the girls trip, her comedy special was bomb too. I am currently reading, The black unicorn and I can't stop laughing. You almost read it the way she speaks.
Coming into motherhood, all I knew about breastfeeding was that it was apparently the best way to nourish my child and that it would help burn the pregnancy weight. All the photographs you see and stories told to paint a fairy tale experience that makes you really want to be part of the club.
I am a fruit lover. I love almost all fruits except guava which, I frankly think is not a fruit anyway and pawpaw. Right now mangoes and plums are in season and we thought why not attempt to make some homemade jam. The results were pretty awesome and not for a first attempt, I can immodestly and honestly say, it's the best jam I ever tasted. The whole process took just under two hours.
I have gone through depression before. Not many people know this and some of the people close to me will know this for the first time as they read this. It was a strange time. I am not ready to share the details that led to this state. I wasn't even consciously aware that I was in this state till a friend offered help.
I love being a mother. I feel like I should put this up as a disclaimer for people who may be quick to judge me for this piece based on the title. I love my little boy. The way he smiles at me and melts my worries at least for that moment. The way he knocks down my phone when he wants my attention while I'm talking to somebody on the other line. His tiny hands grabbing and burrowing into to me when a stranger wants to pick him up or just say hi. I could go on and on. Motherhood is one of the most beautiful things to happen to me and I shall forever be grateful.