Raising Humans Guest Post: 5 things I Never Thought I’d Do (That I Do Now Because of My Children)

Hello, friends,

Please join me as I welcome Tricia, author of Raising Humans, as a guest blogger today.

Tricia combines masterfully a tender heart and inquisitive mind on her blog, as she examines the journey of motherhood that has recently expanded to two kids. Tricia has a wonderful ability to both live in the moment, and contemplate what it all means in the grand scheme of learning to raise humans.

Please check out her blog. You’ll be glad you did!


There is always such a stark contrast between one’s life without children and one’s life as a parent. As a child-free adult, I had no reason but to think that I could make all of my own decisions and do only the things I really want to do because I’m an adult now and nobody is the boss of me and why would I do anything different than exactly what I want?

And then my children arrived, proving before they were even born, that they are now the masters. And what I want to do (or don’t want to do) has little role to play in the course of our day.

And so, I share five things I never thought I’d do that I now do regularly, because of my children.

1. Lay my hands on raw chicken

Yes, raw chicken seems like an odd place to start any list. But earlier today, I stood in my kitchen, cutting a raw chicken breast and preparing it for dinner. And this post was born.

Raw chicken and I don’t have much of a history together. Because of the consistency alone, not to mention the occasional vein and a fear of salmonella, I’ve kept my distance. At most, I’d slide one of those little slime balls from its package to a plastic bag for marinating – all without ever coming into direct contact. Usually I just made pasta. A lot of pasta.

But little bodies need protein and exposure to new foods and flavors and, as much as my daughter would love it, we can’t eat pasta every day. And so for her, and someday her brother, I now touch raw chicken on at least a weekly basis.

2. Blog

My roommate in college kept a ‘web log’ (remember when that’s what we called it?). At the time, I remember thinking that writing on a web log seemed like such an odd thing to do. Why not just keep a journal? I was convinced, then, that my life would never be interesting enough for people to want to read my words about it.

And then, my children arrived, bringing with them stories to tell. Suddenly, it was all I could do not to write for people to read and connect. Suddenly blogging went from odd pastime to my primary method of making sense of this wild and crazy journey of motherhood and connecting with others on parallel journeys.

3. Cry at everything (including commercials)

I’ve never been one to cry at movies or books. I walked out of The Notebook with dry eyes and my makeup all in place and a bit of concern that maybe I am just all cold inside.

Then I had kids. And suddenly, I see two kids running through the park on a sunny day and I’m blinking back tears.

The world becomes a much more emotional place once the littles that you carefully nested inside you, arms circling around big bulging belly, and then lovingly pushed into the world, screaming and helpless, begin wandering around on legs of their own. Suddenly you are raw from the emotion and exhausted from the psychically taxing and overwhelmed with the love and everything scratches more easily and deeply than it used to.

And so when that Dad hands the keys to his Subaru to his little girl who has been adorably playing with the seat belt while he tells her to drive carefully and then suddenly she’s a teenager? I’m a puddle.

4. Eat healthy foods

Before kids, the delivery people at several local restaurants did not need directions to get to our house. They knew us well.

Now? Now I hold little contests for myself to see how many super foods I can cram into one meal. I’m well versed in when to buy organic, what develops little brains the best, and what a balanced diet should look like. Wholesome dinners and carefully packed lunches and I wonder where I spent all my time before, when lunch was a cup of coffee and dinner required little more than a phone call.

5. Celebrate every moment

For my children, even Monday mornings are a reason to celebrate. Please don’t let them enter the grind of week days spent pining for the weekend and saving the special dress for the special occasion or keeping the fancy stickers for a special project. I’ve lived so many days waiting and reserving for a more special day. And so, for them, I now throw reservations to the wind. We go out for milkshakes to celebrate that it’s Wednesday and we wear our fancy party dresses just because it’s Thursday. Because of my children, I look for the good in Monday morning.

And, because of them, more often than not, I find it.


Tricia is a mom and a freelance writer, finding opportunities for growth in the most amazing places. Read about her growing triumphs and pains as she walks along this journey called motherhood on her blog, Raising Humans.


  1. What a wonderful post!! I am an emotional mess too since becoming a mom and my kids will often ask me why I am crying over things. My standard answer after explaining why I am sad: “You will understand when you are a parent.” And they will. I catch my husband crying too.

    1. triciaraisinghumans says:

      Thank you! You are so right – they will. And I’ve caught my husband crying too. Nobody is immune to the emotion of parenthood!

  2. This is a great post. Your last point is particularly poignant. Celebrate everyday! This becomes even more important as we get older. I think I’ll celebrate with another coffee! 🙂

    1. triciaraisinghumans says:

      I agree! And love your plans to celebrate. Mmmm coffee 🙂

  3. Tamara says:

    Ah, so true! The only one I haven’t done is the raw chicken one, but I came close for the first time the other day. I have no problems eating it – just dont’ want to touch it for fear of contamination..and it freaks me out. The blogging one was probably most surprising to me – how much my first’s birth made me want to do it, and how much I had to say that I didn’t even know I had to say.

    1. triciaraisinghumans says:

      Oooh you lucky duck escaping the icky raw chicken 🙂 Blogging surprised me too. I work through so much parenting by writing now.

  4. Ilene says:

    Yes to all five! Although, admittedly, I don’t touch raw chicken ever, I did do something last week that as a lifelong vegetarian, I swore I would never do! I cooked hot dogs for my kids. This behavior, from the woman who once “politely suggested” that her mother in law go out and buy her a new frying pan after she cooked bacon in mine! And you, my dear Tricia, are the master at #5, celebrating every moment, through your words. Your blog is a gem. I’m so glad that Eli gets to show you off today! xxoo

    1. Tricia says:

      I envy everyone who still doesn’t do the raw chicken thing – and now I feel less silly about it too 🙂 and thank you, friend, as always for your incredibly sweet words!

  5. Rorybore says:

    I declare Wednesday to be Milkshake day for ever more!!
    Brilliant post. But I must say, if raw chicken is the worst thing you’ve ever had to touch — you’re actually doing quite well. 🙂

    1. Tricia says:

      I love Wednesday milkshake day! And yeah, good point about the touching gross things – sorta comes with the mom territory doesn’t it?

  6. Yes, yes, yes! That last one is so true and I never really thought about it until I read this. Part of the fun of having kids is finding the fun in the ordinary or doing fun things just because. Before kids, I’d go for ice cream maybe twice a summer. Now we go whenever the mood strikes us. Same with the park, the zoo or the movies. I love this and it makes me feel like I am not such a drab. 🙂 P.S. I hate the feel of raw chicken.

  7. Tricia says:

    Same here! Looking back on my life before kids – it seems so boring now 🙂

  8. Chris Carter says:

    Raw chicken is gross. That is a great sacrifice!!! All these are such great pieces of motherhood… children change everything in our world and in ourselves. Great list!!! 🙂

  9. Seriously, we could be sisters. Or twins. Or, well, at least good friends. I identify with every one of these entries. As I often cry in joyous celebration that I can blog about shoving my hand inside the body cavity of a healthy, free-range chicken.

    (That was one weird-ass sentence. Can I say “ass” here? Because it really packs much more of a punch than its lightweight cousins.)

    1. Eli Pacheco says:

      If you’re not familiar with Tricia’s blog … she’s a must read.

      p.s. Ass is on the approved list. Unlike red wings, I even allow its capitalization. Ass. See?

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