Lesson #1: You just don't know what kind of mom you will be until you are one.
Confession (because that's kind-of my specialty): Before I became a mom, I judged other women for not keeping up with their friends after having a baby, not controlling their crying baby in public, not having their baby on a schedule, or simply not being able to keep their kid from being covered in snot and spit-up all the time. *I promise, I wasn't a total jerk. I was just naive and stupid.
Then, I became one of those moms. Yep, it happens to the best of us.
Instead, my sweet bundle of joy had colic and absolutely NO respect for a schedule - or any of my other plans for that matter. About three weeks in, I realized I could either drive myself CRAZY trying to be the mom I
wanted to be thought I was going to be; or, I could just love the baby I was given and become the mama he needed. Thankfully, for all parties involved, I chose the latter (sometimes grudgingly).
Now, nearly fifteen months in, I am NOTHING like the mom I thought would be. I am messier, and tireder, and a lot less organized; but, I am more fun, more relaxed, and a lot less judgemental than I could have been. I like the mom I am so much more than I mom I thought I was going to be.
|At one week.|