Ahhh… the beauty of motherhood! The glow of pregnancy, the tender looks between mother and baby, the countless selfless acts a mother performs on a daily basis for her child… They say one becomes a mother the first time she sees her child’s face.
I say you may become a mother at that moment, but you don’t become a mama until you’ve experienced one of the following:
1. You use your spit to clean your child.
It is a primitive action. Animals do this to clean their young in the wild.
It is something that has grossed me out since my own mother did it to remove jelly off my face when I was very small.
I have now succumbed, fought off the disgust, and licked my finger to remove an eyelash from my baby’s face… several times.
2. You leave the house in your slippers (real slippers, not clogs) and don’t care.
After being stuck in the house for several days due to several feet of snow and an icy sloped driveway, Dada, Mama, and Baby went on a big outing to have lunch at a restaurant and to walk around the mall. Just as we were arriving, I realized that I had been so caught up in getting Baby out the door that I was still wearing my slippers… white, cottony fur peaking out from the bottoms of my jeans and all.
I had a minor meltdown in the car, but I walked around Cheesecake Factory and the mall anyway, because I knew no one looked at me anymore. My baby’s got the limelight now (and deserves it!).
3. 7:00 am is the new 11:00 am.
I was recently making brunch plans with friends, and we made a plan to meet up at 11am. One of my dear friends without children mentioned that she hopes she’ll be awake by then.
I took a moment to experience the nostalgia of the thought of sleeping in, and then I stopped and just felt thankful that I got a nice chunk of sleep between 1:30 and 4am the night before.
4. You get in bed next to your husband, but the pillow talk topic is poop.
I snuggle up to my hubby in bed, wearing my red fleece monkey pajamas, give him a kiss goodnight, and whisper, “I really hope Baby poops tomorrow. Now that he does big boy poop instead of liquid explosions, I don’t think he’s pooping enough.”
And then I drift off to sleep.
5. Once too self-concious and tone deaf to sing Happy Birthday in a large group at someone’s birthday celebration, you now have no problem singing “Five Little Monkeys” like a maniac over the sound of your crying child to get him to calm down in public.
Belting out a silly song with lots of people around doesn’t phase me one bit now.
Go ahead ask me to sing anything in public. I have no shame now.
I just realized that I have already accumulated so many of these mama moments over the past seven months, that I’m going to save the rest for another post. So stay tuned for more laughs at my expense!