her commiserating friends assured her: nothing can prepare you for motherhood.
i thought about all the books i have: what to expect (and be terrified about ...). girlfriend's guide to pregnancy (less applicable in my case, to be sure). babywise (SO helpful. but not able to prepare any expectant mom for motherhood.)
all the books i've read, borrowed, heard about have one thing in common. they talk about events that might occur in pregnancy and parenting, like eclampsia and measles. they talk about strategies for organizing, planning, sorting.
but no book tells you what motherhood is like.
i imagine that's because motherhood is impossible to pin down. who could write an entire book that prepares someone for everything?
but i think that all these books i read miss something awesome.
my favourite of all literary devices. a little treasure that is, and is not, and is more than it is.
my heart is a speeding train. it is not actually a speeding train. but in another feel-it-in-your-bones true sense, it is a speeding train, and saying it like that helps you understand what i mean more than any number of facts about beats-per-minute.
so: why this post?
i want parents to share their metaphors! tell me what motherhood, fatherhood, is like.
create metaphors, post them in the comments, share with me.
(and i'm not splitting hairs here. similes are okay too.)
and as for me? today i think that motherhood is like being sneezed on by someone you love. very much. who just ate oatmeal.