Expectations

Before I got to motherhood, I thought that it was weird when moms narrated their babies' thinking.

I thought that it was kind of sick when moms let their kids have messy faces all the time.

I thought that it was interesting how moms talked to their kids like adults, when they clearly didn't understand a word they were saying.

I vowed never to play that annoying Barney music with children chanting in my car.

I thought that I would do her laundry separately from mine, and that she would use her own bathroom.

Oh and I would not have crumbs and food smashed in every crevice of my car.

Confession... I've done all of these this week. And I am not even ashamed. I shouldn't claim that this is a confession. It's just a realization that I am being the mom that I thought I never would be.

I guess that's what this little laugh will do to a person...

And when she's on the move... she's all I'm thinking about. When when she's not on the move, she's all I'm thinking about. It's ALL about HER.

And being her mom is worth all of the raised eyebrows I get, (or give to myself) in the moments when I don't believe I'm actually carrying around a dirty diaper in my bag, without realizing it. (so nasty.)