My Life as a Rock Star...Mom by Stephanie Nicholson-Alonso

My cousin Stephanie wrote this that I wanted to share with you all. It is all sooooo true.
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My Life as a Rock Star...Mom
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Mon at 10:58pm
Sometimes when you think of something, write it down. I came across this very funny and witty article the other day. It came to me by way of my Moms group. When I signed up for the group I began to receive this lovely magazine called MomSense. Before I begin to discuss the article, I wanted to tell you how I thought of this story, first. Well, I really didn’t think of it, but rather it was actually happening to me ever since I became a mom. See, the day I became a mom, I stopped doing allot of things and also started to do allot of new things as well. Don’t get me wrong, motherhood is wonderful, fabulous, in fact. You know you hear other moms discuss how they loose their selves when motherhood takes a hold of you. It is true, indeed. No doubt! Yet, it’s a good thing. In every milestone, one must grow and change in order to move to the next level. This is what I am trying to say. When I became a mom, I also became a Rock Star! I didn’t realize that that’s what I wanted to be or do. I never thought of the changes one would have to go through to live this life style and what exactly it entailed until I became a mom. One friend did tell me long ago before I began having kids that she knew of a friend who had children, but would have to go and hide herself in the bathroom in order to find time for her. I thought that was weird. Now, I don’t. I didn’t realize that I walk with my own entourage, until one day a woman at the nail shop said to me as I was walking out that “you have your own entourage.” It was certainly funny to me, especially since the HBO show is one of my favorite shows. Everywhere I go I have my own entourage. Now, that’s cool. Yet, there is a price to pay for having your own crew. You have to pay for everyone. And, In this economy, even Rock Star moms have it hard.Privacy! What’s that? Does that really exist with 3 kids? Nope! I am watched like a hawk when I go to the restroom, when I shower, when I am cooking, and when I am sleeping. I wake up to piercing eyes watching over me, and making sure I have not left without them. I know it’s just because they can’t get enough of me. I cannot leave the premises without my entourage, or my own personal fans will get out of control. They demand to know where I am going and when I will be back. When I return, I am greeted like a super star, reinvented. Cheers, screams, dancing, and yelling of my name….mommy’s home! Like a rock star, I get to have a different guy sleep with me. I am begged before lights go out, for one last chance, All of them are crushed when the answer is NO! Not tonight. Most of all, I am constantly grabbed at whenever they see me coming, inside and outside of my own home. My legs, arms and clothing are constantly being grabbed or snatched off. What a life! Did I mention the stalking that occurs? Can I have a private conversation or not? NOT! I sneak around the corner, hide in the closet or even outdoors. I am always found by peeping eyes or yelling of my name. I end up playing hide and seek with my fanatic fans. I am glad for the invention of texting. Although, some are reading very well, and other are learning, so it won’t be too long before that too, is cracked wide open.Sure, it’s a job being a Rock Star Mom, but someone’s got to do it! I’m glad its me. I wouldn’t trade my entourage for the world. They are certainly my biggest fan.
(This is an original piece by Stef Alonso, yet got some help from “My life as a Rock Star article)