Old dudes, young mothers

A few months ago, I had this epiphany about relationships, especially October May relationships.

 A friend of mine told me that her prenatal teacher trainer said that some of the best pre-natal yoga teachers are not mothers.

I believe it.  There is this certain mystique around being pregnant and all of the hope that we put into our baby to be.  This time should be sacred and unmarred by the actual reality of raising children.  

Thus the October May marriages.  It makes sense that men stay caught up in the mystique far longer than mothers.  They don't suffer the same kind of hormonal havoc on the body, the loss of all privacy and sleep.  

Men experience the birth of their first, second, tenth child with the same kind of reverence each time.  

The woman changes.  The woman harbors all of these mixed feelings, loss of self, of lost time, of image.  The man just biologically stresses out to provide for each one.  When the two split up, he is somewhat shocked, as he did his best to provide and his wife just seemed to get angry and distant.  When he looks to re-marry, he wants that mystique again and what better place to find it than in a young woman free of motherhood, of body scarring, and of exhaustion. 

 It makes perfect sense to me.  Better that the new mother has never experienced the bitter fruit of raising a child.  Marriage is hard work, it is even harder with the dynamic of children.  Better luck second time around.