Yesterday was a milestone around here: it marked seven years since I became a mom.
Seven years since my son was born in a dramatic and painful and fast delivery.
These past seven years have taught me so much.
I’ve learned that pulling an all-nighter in college has absolutely nothing on pulling an all-nighter with a crying newborn.
I’ve learned that baby poop is perfectly acceptable dinner conversation, as long as you are in the company of other parents.
I’ve learned that the mess of playdoh, paint, and markers is worth the joy… and the quiet it brings.
I’ve learned that it’s much harder to be on the parent side of the parent-teacher conference.
I’ve learned that no matter how demon-like my boys may have been during the day, they look like angels in their sleep.
I’ve learned that the messes are my responsibility to clean up.
I’ve learned that cake and balloons are all it takes for a perfect birthday.
I’ve learned what unconditional love really means.
I’ve learned that all everything I say and do is noticed and often imitated by my children, for better or worse.
I’ve learned that kids grow faster than you can ever imagine.
I’ve learned that I didn’t know what noise truly was until I had three boys.
I’ve learned that every day has its ups and downs: and sometimes you have to look very carefully for the ups.
I’ve learned that life changes so dramatically after kids that nothing anyone tells you about parenthood could possibly prepare you.
I’ve learned that being a mom is what I’m supposed to be.
What have you learned as a mom?