Supermama

A few things made me think recently: discussion with a friend (how relaxed I look on my blog), an interview with a singer (and the only part I remember - the one about maternity), that inspiring post (telling me I'm not alone) and the photo I posted on Monday (me as a happy mama on the playground). From time to time I try to say here it's not so glamorous and easy as it can seem to be a mum, and neither to be a mum in Rome. But probably still the message is not so clear. 
Anyway. The singer was asked about her maternity and her first reaction was: 'I didn't know how much physical effort it would require'. I can't agree more! This is almost the first thing I have in mind when I think about my child. Pushing the pushchair (on narrow streets with MANY cobblestones, up and down, through innumerable kerbs, difficult entrance to the house and lift, and we do walk a lot!), bending 1000 times per day, continuously running after Gaia, cleaning the house 1000 times day (and how much I enjoy the order before picking her up from il nido!), and then the 'obvious' rest: cooking, feeding, changing nappies, washing - a mama is on a constant move. 
Of course I have my few hours for myself (when I try to do as much as possible), and of course I don't work and other mamas do work and are mamas (and I hope for them that they equally share their parenting duties) but still, I also feel physically exhausted. 
So before we played on a swing and smiled to the camera: we walked through the Vatican (not easy), I tried to feed Gaia and we both got dirty, I managed to change her nappy while she definately wanted to run, I tried to save her from eating all the stones and cigarettes, and had to tolerate her squealing while 'playing' with other toddlers... And then we sat on a swing:)

PS. Or maybe I am simply old.