A while ago, I came to a blog website and slid to a very interesting book: "I am a mother, I need a Birkin bag: Yale Anthropologists' Manhattan Upper East District Undercover Observation"! The original title of the book is: "Primates of Park Avenue: the Memoir"! This whole book takes place in the Upper East Side District of New York, telling how a mother who just moved into this aristocratic district entered the local social culture. The Chinese book title was very successful. This cypress bag does not talk about cypress bags, nor does it have any objections to cypress bags. Instead, it is like a sunflower book, shield, and key to pass. The whole book is full of humor and full of EQ wisdom. It is very similar to watching the mother version of Gossip Girl. You can laugh while reading it. You will say it’s so irritating. Oh my god, it’s so praising. While expressing your yearning, you won’t stop sighing: This is really hard to be a mother! (What's more, mothers who also have to take into account the fashionable and upper-class social life?!)
From wearing gorgeous clothes to home clothes with baby saliva marks on their shoulders
I am a novice mother. The current age is 140 days! The birth of a baby brings a great and infinite sense of happiness, and of course, it also brings a bombshell XD that explodes! With a baby, everyday life needs to be changed in cooperation with all kinds of people. I have really struggled with how to balance it from prenatal life to postnatal life. I admit that I am a woman who cannot fail to work. I have a strong sense of career and always love to weave dream maps. My job was destined to be in the fashion circle since I was 20 years old (this circle can be called this one). Clothing editor, stylist, and then became a blogger, and now he has become a little secretary during the day. There are many professionals, designers, and taste professionals around us. Basically, the language logic is very different from that of ordinary office workers; Chinese clothing, endless makeup and skin care products, and social parties of all sizes; however, behind these, I have been carrying clothes and staying up late in the morning for many years. Even if I am a blogger, I can’t afford to hire an assistant because I don’t have much money, so I wrap a big bath towel in the alley to change clothes, and the principal collides with the clock. XD
But I just love, I have always enjoyed the feedback I give to me by work, I like the feeling of gaining something if I work hard: financial ability, sense of accomplishment. But I still feel far away when it comes to family life (although love runs for many years). Once upon a time, I was the kind of woman who would get goose bumps when she saw "a family of three, her parents still swaying around the little baby, and would shout and applaud at a high octave." (I may be criticized by many people if I say this). But maybe age and life experience have made me want to slow down and start to pursue family warmth. I still remember that I decided to remove contraceptive ring from my uterus from my uterus. I sat outside the obstetrics and gynecology clinic. There was a young mother next to me coaxing the crying child. At that moment, I was really frightened: "Is this the life I want?"
Then, when I was not expecting that it would be so soon, I got pregnant (the doctor clearly said that I would get pregnant 4 months after I took out the contraceptive ring). Before I witnessed the two levers of the invincible thunder in the universe, my body had already given me a hint (a woman's sixth sense of God). So, that morning, I took a deep breath, and at 8 o'clock in the morning, I sat on the toilet lid, calmly looking at the two bars, and quickly formed ~ Then everyone guess what? I thought I would be afraid to resist, but I actually filled my eyes with tears, moved, and shared the good news with my partner with gratitude. At that moment, this little love crystallization reversed the movement of the small universe in my heart, and all the unhappiness disappeared, and I felt that this world was full of love. That’s right, this is the legendary: maternal love DNA!
Is it hard to work? Or is it hard to be a mother?
I have been a mother for 4 and a half months now. This morning, as usual, I sent my baby to the baby's house and continued to work.I met a senior female supervisor in a company who often rides elevators. Work and family are our topic. That day she asked: Brenda, how are you all good as a mother? Are you sleeping full? Finally, she gave me a conclusion before she walked out of the elevator: "I think it's hard to be a mother!" I looked at her beautiful and confident back, and thought of me in the past. I used to see being a parent as harder than climbing to the sky. I never expected that I not only missed the situation, but also enjoyed a lot!
Mom's life doesn't have to be a local drama, but a gorgeous idol drama
It's hard to be a mother! This has become an iron law. Because the community is too developed, every post-partum woman will write: How painful it is to have a baby, but it is very happy; novice mothers will write: It is very broken to take care of the baby, but it is easy to melt with a smile. Believe me, single women cannot see these words that are very happy and melting, but only see how painful it is and how collapsed it is XD. Therefore, society is very tolerant of mothers who are dressed up. Now when I attend events, everyone will say: Oh my god, this mother is too exaggerated, she has a well-maintained figure and can't be seen as having been born! How is it possible that you are a mother? (I have never been praised like this before giving birth, I was jealous XD) Suddenly, people's imagination of mothers was still stuck in a unkempt face, shaking her eyes, drowsy face, and looking so sad. Therefore, when they meet a mother who knows how to dress up, they are immediately deified.
I am a mother, I need a Birkin bag, I want to continue wearing high heels
So I realized a truth: 1/Women just need to be praised; 2/Maintenance of appearance can definitely bring strong positive energy. Therefore, moms, don’t give up dressing up. When you dress up (slightly), your mood will be very different. Maybe you will feel that you don’t have enough time. Believe me, since you have the ability to take care of a brand new little life, you can squeeze out time in the cracks in life! Don’t underestimate the small change in makeup. The electricity it can create for women is enough to make you smile and start happiness.
I am a mother, I need such a luxurious dream of Birkin bag, I want to continue wearing high heels, I want to apply the most fashionable purple-red lipstick, I want to wear handsome tight leather pants, I want to continue wearing high-end French lace underwear, then push the most fashionable stroller, tie the most fashionable baby stroller, use exquisite home appliances to assist in housework, and then, put on the baby in very elegant little clothes, and arrange a small room that stimulates his imagination. These may not meet the standards yet, but at least we can start with small details and protect the beauty we should have. When a person is beautiful, his mood is beautiful and his heart is even more beautiful.
