Jennifer Garner is my new hero. On the Ellen show, she faced rumors concerning her “baby bump” with confidence, poise, and style. Smiling triumphantly, she said,
I do [have a bump]… I am not pregnant. I have had three kids and there is a bump. From now on ladies I will have a bump. And it will be my baby bump. And let’s all just settle in and get used to it. It’s not going anywhere. I have a bump; it’s name is Violet, Sam, Sera…
(you’ve gotta watch it) [youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GyCIfhOFewQ]
As I considered the whole New Year’s Resolution thing over the past couple of weeks, I realized a couple of things. Not only did I realize why I would not follow through with my resolution to keep the house clean, but I realized that with many of my ideas I was seeking to become something I’m not: childless.
Topping my list were:
- Keep a clean house
- Get rid of baby bump
- Be more structured and productive with my time
- Get more sleep
… basically, have the things I had before children. Rewind the clock and become the person I was 7 years ago before my skin stretched, my eyes sagged, and my mind got fuzzy.
But in a moment of peace – while stroking my son’s boyish hair and touching his delicate fingers, after one of his all out blood-curling, screaming, horrendous tantrums – I started wondering, do I really want to take back the last 7 years?
Am I so interested in erasing evidence of my pregnancy, my child rearing, my family that I would dedicate a year to those things?