A pivotal moment in my life occurred when my four-year-old son inadvertently stepped on my breast, awakening me to the reality of my body and the loss of autonomy I had experienced. This incident served as a stark reminder of the changes motherhood brings. I assure you, I’m not inclined toward unconventional habits—unless you count my fondness for sleep. My son’s actions, which he categorizes as either “on purpose” or “on accident,” fell squarely into the latter category. Yet, in that moment, a wave of thoughts cascaded through my sleep-deprived mind: ‘ouch, my breast; ouch, my self-esteem; shouldn’t this phase be over? Okay, that just happened.’
While it certainly hurt, it was more than just a physical pain; it symbolized a reality I had recognized but never fully articulated. My body, once a private domain, had transformed into a shared space where I no longer had control. You might think, “Isn’t this what pregnancy is supposed to prepare you for?” In theory, yes. I envisioned a scenario akin to a benevolent commune, where we would all share my body, and I would retain a significant portion of the benefits. Instead, I found myself in a dictatorship where I wasn’t even the one in charge.
Anticipating the Loss of Control
Before becoming a parent, I anticipated some loss of control, akin to the chaos of a space shuttle launch—buttons everywhere, no sense of gravity, and floating food. I was aware that privacy would be compromised; I may have even predicted the loss of solitude during bathroom breaks. However, the idea of my breast becoming a stepping stone? That was far from my pre-parenthood imaginings. The lack of privacy in motherhood extends beyond what I could have anticipated, leading to a profound loss of bodily autonomy.
New Roles in Motherhood
Motherhood has forced me into roles I never envisioned. I’ve become a source of nourishment, a comfort object, and even a makeshift amusement park. With the occasional hair pulling and projectile remote control, I now serve as an interactive learning tool, helping my son explore the boundaries of his physical capabilities.
While decisions like breastfeeding may seem autonomous, they come with their own sacrifices, particularly regarding freedom of movement. I was keenly aware that I could always pump, but in the early days, I often didn’t. The pain I endured during breastfeeding, compounded by the presence of family, stripped away my ability to dictate who could see my body. I no longer had the luxury to choose when I could shower, and sleep? That became a distant memory.
The Reality of Coordinating Life
Then came the reality of coordinating a pumping schedule, further emphasizing my lack of control. My body transformed from a personal entity into a communal resource, serving both my children and the demands of adult life. The loss of privacy extended even to my internal thoughts. I yearn for just an hour of solitude with my own mind. In today’s world, we are inundated with information—social media, emails, and various feeds that compete for our attention. Among these, the most persistent and meaningful is my son’s constant stream of questions and observations, all initiated with a sweet “Mama?”
Being a filter for his understanding of the world is both rewarding and exhausting, making me crave a few precious moments alone with my thoughts. The loss of bodily autonomy is not inherently negative, but it undeniably exists. I am everything to my children—food, entertainment, comfort, and more. However, I know that this phase is temporary. Eventually, I will regain my autonomy, both bodily and mentally. Once I find myself alone with my thoughts again, I’ll surely have new complaints to share.
Further Reading
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Conclusion
In summary, motherhood is a journey of unexpected transformations and realizations about bodily autonomy, privacy, and the continuous demands from our children. The experience is complex but ultimately rewarding, reminding us of the profound connections we forge.