Mike drew this for me for Mother’s Day. (Missing faces are kind of his thing.) Creepy, but sweet.
It’s Mother’s Day. And for the first time, it’s my day.
Although I’ve held the title for more than 9 months now, it still seems so hard to believe sometimes. That I’m a mom. A mother. I have children. All of those “Yo mamma” jokes are about me now.
As I’ve mentioned before, growing up I was always so terrified of having kids. I had never been a “baby person”. I just didn’t see the appeal. Everything babies did made me gag. All that drooling, spitting up, pooping… No thanks. I didn’t want any part of it.
Yet here I am. A mother — of twins no less — and enjoying the hell out of it.
Sure, there are days that really test my patience. Days where I wish I could just stay in bed and let the girls fend for themselves. Hell, I don’t exactly love getting spit up on. Or changing poop-filled diapers. Or getting sneezed on by someone with a mouth full of pureed peas (totally happened the other day). Yet despite the unpleasant messes it brings, motherhood has been an amazing experience so far.
Looking at those little faces and knowing that I made them… That they came from my body and here they are now… these little people, laughing and playing. It’s beyond incredible.
I feel so lucky to have been given this gift of motherhood. As sappy as that sounds, I truly mean it from the bottom of my heart. It really is a gift, and I hope that I always embrace it — split pea sneezes and all.
