February 3, 2018

For the girl who wants to have it all

I wish this was a parody, or narrative to the underlying meaning of a splendid, abstract art exhibit, but it's an autobiography and I'm not alone. I think women are lying when they say they wouldn't change anything if they had it to do all over again knowing what they know now. Of course, we would and we'd do it way fucking smarter ten times over and over if those chances existed. I don't believe we only get this one life. I have been here before and so have my children. Flesh just seems to help spirit manifest and keeps on going with, or without us. 

So, let's not pretend for the kid's sake, or to protect our precious ego or reputation. 
Let's get real and deeply honest. 
It makes my ass twitch when people far too attached and delusional say things like, (spoken in a squeaky, mousy, cowardly voice) "but if you went back and did it all again knowing what you know now, you wouldn't have Elias or the twins".

No, I would not. 

I was that sister and friend talking people out of parenthood after I saw. 
Naturally, they ignored me as the call of the wild persists like a she-wolf after her prey.
When I say, 'the world changed colors after bringing life', that's literally what happened to me. I looked out the window and it was like I just woke up on a different planet. 

I saw. 
I saw and heard things I never knew existed before, but they were always there. 

I saw. 
I saw the world for what it truly is and that's not child and family conducive most days, and in most ways, as I thought in my innocence. The world has changed from what it once was, but it's also not "the village" they say it takes to raise a child anyway, your babies will want and cry for you. Just you. Daddy won't make the cut or the nanny. Neither of them smells like you, or have their milk in their breasts, or the heartbeat and vibe they knew for practically a year in your womb. 

It's you. Just you. 

There will be no novel writing while they nap. No! So stop it. You'll be laid out drooling, begging for sleep, or mercy until they wake you again. 
Even decades after they stop waking you up, your body will still be waiting for it to happen again like an old war wound from combat days and sleep will remain an elusive memory. 
Elias is 19 and the twins are 15. It's 2:30AM as I write this wired as fuck from being needed to death for well over a decade. And I had help. Lots of help. That's a story for another time. 
My body knows sleeplessness, navigating emotions and deprivation on a soldier level. I had to learn how to train my circadian rhythm under highly undesirable circumstances in order to keep up with that 'having it all' bullshit charade. 
When you can sleep again, you'll stay up just to get time to yourself, and a glimpse of your life, at whatever cost. 
That cost being delirium. 

It's not sexy. It's not humorous. It's serious like a heart attack and you will beg for death, but instead will get eternity. 
It's not like the movies; That fun satire, the rush of busy living and chasing the dream with your fancy stroller, heels and bouncing, gorgeous hair. No! 

There's diarrhea on your fancy stroller, crusty breast milk in your hair, and your feet are too swollen for your Jimmy Choos. 

Plus, you don't care because you're too fucking tired to do anything about it. Don't trick yourself into believing it will be different for you. 
I did. I was wrong. 
It's a fucking horror show. 
Stop watching those stupid fucking commercials, reading those magazines, smelling peoples babies and get real. Don't engage in the seduction. 
Fight back against nature! You wouldn't lay down and die in a tornado, would you? 
No! You evacuate. 

I saw. 
I saw what it took to raise magical humans in the current world and keep them that way. Pure magic doesn't quite exist the same way now that your endless nights of herb smoking, gourmet meals, vintage wine drinking, fancy restaurants, diva dancing and mingling with intellectuals have come to an end. No! It's principals from the murky as fuck black lagoon and parent-teacher meetings with women you don't even like at all who will be talking about you behind your back. 

Its endless years of snotty tissues and vomit is in your favorite Hermes purse that took you 8 years to buy. 

We can't fathom that while we're filled with a calling to create that dates back lifetimes, filled with love, hopes and dreams yet to be smashed to bits by motherhood and adult-onset ADD, which arrives just when you think it's almost over. Plus, it will be different for you, right? No!

It was a very small window of opportunity that made me a mother and it nearly did not happen at all, because I almost saw too much, before the children had the chance to get here through me. (All of them would have made it here with, or without me. They are powerful with a destiny about them!) 
They won. I don't feel I was really made to be a mother. I mean let's keep it real, I love taking care of myself, privacy, adventure and having alone time way too much to be needed as much as you are as a mom. Don't you? Freedom was my most cherished possession. 
The thing about motherhood is even when they're not there, they are and so that bond takes over if you let it. 

I saw. 
I saw what the world was capable of committing and who I'd have to become to protect them from it, and eventually who they would need to become to live as part of it. 

I saw. 
I saw that the earth needs fewer children and more warriors right now. Better would have been getting a big scary guard dog and working out A LOT while learning self-defense and a few yogi superpowers to flip this crazy ass world right side up again. Fuck, what a train wreck. How did we get here? 
Stupid, stupid, stupid. 

I saw. 
I saw that it was a selfish choice. 
The children without homes, the adults who've never known love and the amount of mothering this world needs on a grand scale weren't clear yet and had I known I would have been able to be more of service and chosen differently. 

I saw. 
I saw that it's either you have children, and that becomes your service, your mission, or you make a monumental shift in our beautifully handicapped world by fostering and mothering it, delivering a new creation to it, but not both. 

That's the shit we think before having kids. 'I can so totally do it all.' 
No, we can not. 
That is a lie. 
You will not like the end of that story. 
It will come heavily medicated. 
Do not let them tell you that lie. 
Do not tell yourself that lie. 

But, you will and you'll think I'm crazy, or that it will be different for you. 
Until it's not. 

So, yes, had I known then what I know now, I would do it all over again and thoroughly different. 
Would you? 

Advocate for speaking my fucking truth; Mother making the impossible possible and not glorifying it, Sarah K. Grundy 



  1. You are a unique and special woman. And as a writer, so i see it in you. I also see you are not one to hide from your truths! I admire and respect you on so many levels!

    With love and respect, Richard C. Williams

  2. Ricky. I can't help seeing that same face you had when we were just about 6 years old, curious and exploring. What a wild and beautiful soul you've become❤️


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