Photo by James Wheeler
A few friends and I went to celebrate one of my friend’s engagement party in the Eastern Cape, Lusikisiki. My husband and I had been planning this trip for months but at the end only one of us could make it, so we decided to split the family in half. I would take Muhluri and he would stay with Vukosi. He had been separated from the family so it was a great opportunity for him and Kosi to bond, also out of all the preferences I have in life, traveling with my Kosi is not one of them. Toddlers don’t get the concept of being stuck in a moving vehicle, where are they supposed to run and break things?
I also started feeling really nervous about traveling for many hours with a 5 month old who is teething, so I picked up the phone and called my mommy. We were going to pass a town very close to my hometown so I asked her to take Muhluri for a few days (what a God-sent angel), of course she was up in a few min making a plan to help me out, and so she did. 3 hours into our trip I dropped Muhluri off with his gran and for the next two or so days, I would be by myself. Just Naz and other people, no husband, no toddler, no clingy Hluri, nothing, just me and other adults.
I had fantasized about such a moment, where I don’t have to be a mom, where I take my mommy hat off and just live life without being super aware of everything because my energetic toddler’s life depends on it, listen I could fall asleep and have no one screaming for my boob at 3am. Yes, for the next two days I could drink some wine, and do whatever people without kids do right? Let’s visit this world for a second…. ^dreamy sigh^
…. Fast forward to 30 min after Hluri’s drop off, I was on the phone with my mom discussing all things I was concerned about. “Mama he hasn’t started solids, he prefers to sleep on his tummy, he sometimes doesn’t like the bottle but try give him just before a huge tantrum, he baths with E45 so don’t use soap, he loves to cuddle mommy….. And and and…” After giving my mom a list of instructions (as if she wasn’t the one taking care of Hluri for the first few earlier months of his life) I hung up and continued on my trip.
…..fast forward to 15min after the call with my mommy, I was on a video call with hubby and Kosi. “How are you guys, did he eat, did he nap, what did he eat, please be careful he should not use the door to the pool, please make sure he doesn’t go up the stairs, don’t make him sleep in the baby room, you won’t hear him at night should he decide to wake up, blah blah blah” I was just so nervous because we are house sitting and the house is not child proof, hehehe so there I was taking control of a situation my husband had handled… What’s wrong with me?
I picked up my phone and texted my favorite What’s App group, full of wives and mommies who would totally understand and not judge me. I told them how worried I was and how ridiculous I feel because I have some time to myself and I am spending it fussing over my family….as usual.
They talked some sense into me and I made a decision to embrace this time alone. I picked up the book I was reading and carried on living my life. Hours passed and at every amazing turn or experience, I would wish my husband was there to see this or laugh at this with me. Don’t get me wrong, I had the best company with me, but I also wanted my husband to be there.
We arrived in the Eastern Cape and my boobs suddenly reminded me that I was a breastfeeding mama. I had only packed my electric pump and what do you know, there wasn’t any electricity for the night. I was in a state because any mother who knows the pain of engorged, rock hard size DD breasts would be too. So I did what our grannies and mommies did before pumps, I milked those boobs! I sat in that room milked my boobs and woke up again at 3am to do the same thing (so much for that fantasy right). The surprising thing is that I didn’t mind, this was my norm, doing things for my family is my norm and I love it.
The next morning we went to the bride’s home on that mountain top I was telling you about, all I kept thinking about was how much Kosi would love this place. The sand, the stones, the grass, all these things he loves playing with. My son would’ve loved it there. I actually really missed my kids. It was quite shocking how after one night of separation, I was so ready to be with them again.
I swept that feeling under the carpet and tried to continue with my day until an over stimulated toddler started crying wanting his mother, he reminded me of mine, and so my heart longed for my kids again. I knew for sure that I was grateful that they were not with me because it was quite busy and full, but I knew that I couldn’t wait to be reunited with them. I soaked in that moment and came to the realization that it doesn’t matter where I go, for this season in my life, I am a mother….and what shocked me was how much I loved that about myself. I had never felt what I felt that day, I longed to be mothering my kids. Yes the break was great, but I loved that this was my norm and my heart was content with it.
My kids are still small, they still need me for everything, and I am okay with that, I love that, I love being this mother in this season. And seasons will change, there will come a time where they don’t need me and I will be okay with that.
We tend to always look forward to the future, when we don’t have to wake up at 3am to feed or read to our toddler or whatever else we need to do in a specific season, but what a shame when we aren’t present. There are people my age doing all these things I would sometimes think I am missing out on, but when I get a chance to do them, I realize how much I don’t want to do them alone, I want to share them with my kids or my husband, I want to do them in my context, the one I have chosen.
My norm is enough, the life I chose is enough, it is mine, and until this trip, I didn’t realize how MUCH I loved it. How much I love being a wife and mother. It is my gift and it agrees with me.
So after everything, we got back on the road for a loooong drive, we eventually picked up Hluri and finally got to Joburg to be with the rest of my squad. My heart was so full, so full to be with them. My people, my gift, my season. It is all enough.
I always say this, find the life you want, choose it and live it. If it means switching off your phone and getting off social media to find it, do that. Live your truth. And know that you are enough.
Happy 2017, choose joy and pleasure always. It is your human right. God given human right.