My escape to my mama time. The little tidbit of time that allows me to turn into a character I never thought I could relate to previous.
The Cookie Monster.
Prior to my first born I never cared for nor craved cookies or sweets of any kind. Hand me some chocolate morsels and I was good to go. A couple spoonfuls of ice cream and done! A few times a week. Maybe even once. And, no biggie.
After babies, and the battle that is sleep - a battle I never knew I was walking into - these tantalizing tastes have become the sweetest of sweet releases for me.
All things in me encourage me to muster Big Bird. The responsible and diligent parent that uses my little bit of time to clean, fold, etc, etc, etc. Or, at the very least, snack on some carrots and hummus. But, the moment I have completed Mission: Naptime or Mission: Bedtime, the Cookie Monster in me bubbles up.
I set out for a dessert I've had in mind throughout the day. My mission turns to a sweet one. As I'm mulling over what we have in our pantry or fridge, Cookie Monster thoughts overcome.
Me want COOKIE! Oatmeal cookies! Chocolate Chip cookies! Cookie! Cookie ice-cream! Ice-cream! Yes, me want that...
And, on and on the thoughts go until I have my little sweet release.
I never knew I had more in common with the Cookie Monster until I became a mom. Now, I've decided that this character was created with moms, naptimes, and bedtimes in mind. For sure! Or at least with this mama in mind. Because the Cookie Monster and I are totally on the same page during my little breaks.
So, every time I see the Cookie Monster on Sesame Street, I see a reflection of the crazy that is me during my little sweet releases. And, a huge part of me can't help but laugh at the craziness that this gig called motherhood has drawn from me.
At the end of the day, I'm fond of the Cookie Monster in me. But, I get that Sesame Street has him eating veggies nowadays. Perhaps, I'll encourage that little voice to follow suit since we all know giving in to the cookies is just not good with mama's hips.