Rockstar Turned Mommy
by Rockstar Mommy
Welcome to another new columnist to the every growing FTTW Crew: Rockstar Mommy.
People ask me all the time if transitioning into parenthood is a difficult process. Especially if you're what some might consider on the unconventional side. The answer is always a cop-out Yes/No.
I don't believe that anyone, no matter how conventional, is ever ready to be a parent. It's not something you can learn in a book or prepare for. It just hits you. One day you're childless, staying up 'til 3:30AM hopping bars only to get up two hours later to work your ass off to fund your glorious CD/vinyl collection or to pimp out your zippy little four passenger vehicle and thinking, My God! The responsibility! I can't take it! The next, you're staying up 'til 3:30AM trying to cool down the bottle that you overheated as quickly as possible so that your new bundle of joy will stop piercing your eardrums with the blood curdling scream that he/she has already mastered, only to wake up 2 hours later to work your ass off to pay for diapers, onesies, college funds, and (sometimes) anti-depressants, while your CD/vinyl collection collects dust and your friends call you from the bar shouting, "Come out! How hard can it be to get a babysitter?" You often contemplate punching yourself in the face for even remotely considering the fact that Yes, a minivan probably would be more practical and you think, Responsibility?! Gah!! Someone should have told me!!
But while it may not always be easy, it definitely has it's perks. For instance, it's suddenly okay to wear sneakers everywhere - even to church! (Hey! I've got kids! What do you want from me? Take it up with God!). When something embarrassing comes on the iPod shuffle, you can totally blame it on the kids. (That?! Oh, you know, kids and their crappy music these days...) And when they get old enough, you've always got someone around to clean the bathroom. (Score!)
So, yes it's a difficult transition, but one that is totally worth it. If for no other reason than the prodigious amount of pride one feels when her daughter can sing Ramones songs from start to finish before she has learned her entire alphabet. There's nothing that can top that.
Rockstar Mommy writes over here. She swears the Kidzbop on her iPod is not hers.