I have finally conquered my personal Mt Everest – I have finished reading my first book since our baby’s arrival into the world last June. It only took me three months. Just under half of the time my daughter has been alive. As mentioned earlier, something I would have knocked off in about two hours “BC” (before child).
The reading of the book scored another first – my first library fine. At least the fine wasn’t so big that it would have been worth my while to purchase the book!
I know first hand the joys that books can grant you; they can transport you all over the known universe, give you wild adventures, and take you into only imagined realms without you having to get out of bed or off the couch. A book can make a bad day good, a great day sublime. I grew up in houses where only the bathroom did not have a bookshelf! So perhaps no surprise that we have been reading to our little girl since she was about two months old. Though currently her primary interest is to chew the books, but that’s a start nevertheless!
Now this first book was chosen pretty randomly. The cover caught my eye on the shelf at the library. I had read the author before and thought it would be a good, light read. And Cecelia Ahern’s “The time of my life” was just that. However the final paragraph of the book I thought was apt for someone emerging from the first half year of parenthood.
“As long as you are around, your life is too. So just as you shower love and affection and attention on…children…who surround you, you have to do so equally with your life, because it’s yours, it’s you, and it’s always there rooting for you, cheering you on, even when you feel like you can’t do it. I gave up on my life for a while, but what I’ve learned is that even when that happens, and especially when that happens, life never ever gives up on you.”
It is easy to get swallowed by early parenthood, whether it be from tiredness or blissfulness, quite often from the two combined. That final paragraph resonated with me, and the thought sprung to mind to ensure this year that during one of her naps each day I make time for me. Not immediately get on to one of the tasks residing on that never ending to do list; must wash towels, must fold washing, must must must… but rather must make time for myself. If I just want to sit on the couch and read I shall.