Amy Condon is a mum to 3 kids, who are all under 3! Yes, you heard us right. Each week she tells us all about the ups and downs of bringing up 3 children so close in age. This week Amy talks about what she’s got planned for her upcoming birthday…
‘This week, it’s my birthday. I love my birthday. I’ve spent my whole life using February as a month of self-promotion and present-planning. I love gifts. I love parties I love cake. I love the attention. My birthday has always been my favourite day of the year. Until now. Or, more accurately, until 3 years ago.
This year, the fact that my birthday is imminent keeps slipping my mind, and I really have to think to remember which year I will be entering (though that might be my brain’s self-defence denial mechanism). I planned the girls’ birthday parties for weeks, excitedly ordering fancy Pooh Bear cakes and wrapping present after present, determined everything would be perfect. In years gone by, my own birthday would be a fantastic excuse for a night to remember (or more often than not, wake-up from with blackspots I’d spent weeks desperately trying to remember), full of music and dancing and Champagne, or a lovely romantic interlude full of food and flowers and, erm, Champagne again.
This week, I plan on baking my own birthday cake and am excited that the girls don’t have nursery that day, so we can have a fun family day out and be in bed nice and early. Admittedly, perhaps this happens to us all as the years clock up, but I’m pretty sure my conversion was more abrupt than that. I had kids.
It’s got me thinking about how much I have changed since that fateful day, 2 weeks after embryo implantation, when I stood in the bathroom looking at 2 little blue lines. I can count on 2 hands the number of drinks I’ve had since then, what with pregnancy and breastfeeding and more pregnancy and more breastfeeding and brain-crunching exhaustion. Even now, with my body back to being my own, and plenty of babysitters around, it’s not like I’m raring to get back to that party lifestyle. Honestly? I’d rather curl up with a book and plan fun things to do with my girls.
I used to think it was so sad when women said their children were their ‘life’. How dull must they be? Surely a strong, independent, 21st century woman should be her own life? But the second I held the twins, I knew the truth. My children are my life, my world, my everything. Yes, I still want time to myself. I enjoy getting out with my sister, my friends or my mum, and am loving now that the girls are a bit older, that I can spend more grown-up time with my husband. But when it comes down to it, no matter where I am, a bit of me is with my girls. And it’s not remotely sad. I’m still me. Just with extras.
Becoming a mum changed my life completely. I gave up a career I loved, a body I had worked hard for and a fantastic life. And I don’t miss any of it (well, maybe that body. Will my tummy ever look normal again? Honestly?) As I blow out my birthday candles this week (if I can be bothered to find some candles) I’ll be looking forward to another year as a tired, unglamorous, boring and very happy mummy.’
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