Well, welcome to my blog. This will be a hurried one, as most of my postings here probably. Hurried because I always seem to have too little time to do things I want and like. Hurried because I am always on the run, answering my phone, taking my kids to after school classes, and frankly I'm not sure what else I do, but I don't seem to have much time at all. If you are a Mum, I think you will probably know what I am talking about.
Anyway. In this blog you will find my thoughts about motherhood. I am a mother of two: a biological child, a boy, aged 14. I'll call him My Boy (MB) for the purposes of this blog. And a girl, aged 10, called My Girl (MG). She is an adopted child, born in Israel of Ethiopian origin. We got her at the age of 10 months. So you will also find here my thoughts about adoption and the challenges that arise from raising an adopted child of a different colour.
Because of my difficulties in getting pregnant, motherhood is never taken for granted.
I have been married for 22 years to MyMan (MM). We married when we were 25 and 26 and basically grew up together. We met at University, married and started our careers. He as an economist, I as a journalist. Both of us were successful at our jobs. Then, after seven in vitro fertilization cycles, I got pregnant and gave birth to MB. Everything changed. Having a career took second place, and being a mother became the most important chapter in my life. And it has been so ever since.
Meanwhile, 14 years later, MM has florished in his career, making more than enough money to allow us to live comfortably and turning his one-man consultancy into a 50-employee business. And I? I've been left behind. We started off at the same career starting line, but he has gotten way ahead. My race track has been filled with diversions: daipers, teacher-parents meetings, shopping, cleaning, car-pooling. I am still in the race, trying to keep my career alive, but the sidelines seem to be taking up more and more of the race track.
So I am often cranky. And some of my posts will be about this too.
I also live in Israel. This crazy country which is lovely to live in, except for the litte/big incongruities. We raise our kids guarding them from every evil, and then at 18 we give them a gun and send them to the army for three years (two years for girls)(army service in compulsory in Israel). I never allow my kids to take a bus, because I am afraid of suicide bombers. There were times (in the bad days, when suicide bombings were a frequent event) when I'd go to the movies in a mall-cinema and then thank God there was no explosion in the mall. Things may be better on the security front now, but for how long? So a small part of the blog will also be about life in Israel.
OK. I'm off now. It is the Passover holiday and I need to take my daughter to the pool. See you at my next posting. ME
(Oh. And why am I called ME? Well, just because this is hopefully the one place in which things are all about me.)
Photo: Crazy Woman
Anyway. In this blog you will find my thoughts about motherhood. I am a mother of two: a biological child, a boy, aged 14. I'll call him My Boy (MB) for the purposes of this blog. And a girl, aged 10, called My Girl (MG). She is an adopted child, born in Israel of Ethiopian origin. We got her at the age of 10 months. So you will also find here my thoughts about adoption and the challenges that arise from raising an adopted child of a different colour.
Because of my difficulties in getting pregnant, motherhood is never taken for granted.
I have been married for 22 years to MyMan (MM). We married when we were 25 and 26 and basically grew up together. We met at University, married and started our careers. He as an economist, I as a journalist. Both of us were successful at our jobs. Then, after seven in vitro fertilization cycles, I got pregnant and gave birth to MB. Everything changed. Having a career took second place, and being a mother became the most important chapter in my life. And it has been so ever since.
Meanwhile, 14 years later, MM has florished in his career, making more than enough money to allow us to live comfortably and turning his one-man consultancy into a 50-employee business. And I? I've been left behind. We started off at the same career starting line, but he has gotten way ahead. My race track has been filled with diversions: daipers, teacher-parents meetings, shopping, cleaning, car-pooling. I am still in the race, trying to keep my career alive, but the sidelines seem to be taking up more and more of the race track.
So I am often cranky. And some of my posts will be about this too.
I also live in Israel. This crazy country which is lovely to live in, except for the litte/big incongruities. We raise our kids guarding them from every evil, and then at 18 we give them a gun and send them to the army for three years (two years for girls)(army service in compulsory in Israel). I never allow my kids to take a bus, because I am afraid of suicide bombers. There were times (in the bad days, when suicide bombings were a frequent event) when I'd go to the movies in a mall-cinema and then thank God there was no explosion in the mall. Things may be better on the security front now, but for how long? So a small part of the blog will also be about life in Israel.
OK. I'm off now. It is the Passover holiday and I need to take my daughter to the pool. See you at my next posting. ME
(Oh. And why am I called ME? Well, just because this is hopefully the one place in which things are all about me.)
Photo: Crazy Woman
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Dear ME,
ReplyDeleteI live in the US, but I so empathize with your history - the underlying differences are negligible. As mothers, we sacrifice our lives to make sure our offspring have a chance at life.
I left my career behind. My kids are now grown, and I am playing catchup. All in one breath, it seems unfair, but would we give up the opportunity with our kids? Never!
debi