A couple decades ago, during the years of my ill-spent youth, I could have never thought I would one day call myself a mother first and above all. The idea that parenthood could define a person seemed foreign to me. Oh, how times change!
And many a childless person will roll their eyes at me, and I would secretly say what I heard many a time: Wait until you have kids of your own!
Here’s the thing: Becoming a mother requires little to no effort, planning or thinking. Becoming a father even less. But being a good mother or father requires a level of commitment that I have yet to put into anything in my life, be them studies or work.
If becoming a parent did not scare the lights out of you, you are probably doing it wrong.
Parents make sacrifices, some big, some small. In the end our life revolves about the health and well-being of our family. We bend our profession and ambitions to fit our role as parents.
And it takes decades for us to be able to go in the bathroom and have some privacy and quiet.
My husband and I became parents by choice. We thought it long and hard. We planned, we nested, we were elated when we got home the next day with our big, purple ball of fur.
Then we panicked. We were full of doubts, full of fears. “What have we done? Are we even up to this job?”. The initial shock is long gone and we have settled into a sort of routine. Our child could not have been easier, or healthier, and we call ourselves lucky each day.
But in the back of our heads the monster of fear looms. Each parent knows its name. And we suspect there will not be one day in our lives where we don’t have a second of worry for the future.
I spent the weekend with my mom. She of the million big and small sacrifices to lead us where we are. And at a time when we should be the ones worrying for her, I see the same monster peeking from behind her eyes. She is worrying about us, about the day she’s gone.
And I realize: Being a parent would be the stupidest choice a person could make; if it wasn’t so full of rewards. I am just merely paying the love forward.
I cannot pay my mother enough for what she did for me, but I will sure try and give it to my own child, and one day my daughter will repay me by loving her own child/ren above all else.
It’s the way of life.
- ¾ cup of lukewarm water
- 1 teaspoon of sugar
- 1 teaspoon of instant yeast
- 2 cups of whole wheat flour
- 1 teaspoon of salt
- ¼ cup of olive oil
- Extra flour for kneading
- 6 slices of mozzarella
- 1 doz cherry tomatos, cut into quarters
- 1 bell pepper, cut into strips(optional)
- ¼ cup of sliced pitted olives(optional)
- ¼ cup of sweet corn (optional)
- ¼ cup of sliced mushrooms (optional)
- ¼ lb of sliced turkey ham, cut into pieces
- Mix water, sugar and yeast.
- Cover with a clean cloth and let it rest for 10 mins. If the yeast is good, it will be foamy on top.
- Sift the flour and salt together.
- Mix flour, yeast mixture and olive oil.
- Place on a clean, floured surface and knead for 10 minutes.
- Place in a clean bowl and cover with a clean cloth. Let it rest for an hour.
- After resting for an hour, place on a clean, floured surface.
- Roll out and cut into squares, aprox 3"x4" [8 cm x 17 cm].
- Pre-heat oven too 350 ºF [175 ºC].
- Bake for 7 minutes
- Let them cool down and save in a zippy bag to store in the fridge.
- Take one of the pizzettas out of the fridge.
- Cover with cheese followed by toppings of your choice.
- Toast in your toaster oven or regular oven until the cheese is bubbly.