There is something about becoming a parent, a mom especially, that just changes you. It changes your perspective, your ideas, your ability to pee in peace. I’ve been thinking the past few weeks on how becoming a mom has changed me.
1- I am never on time anywhere anymore. Ever. I don’t care how early I try to leave, there is always a diaper or potty emergency, a shoe is missing, someone wants to do the stairs “all by me self.” There’s just always something. Or, in an attempt to not be late, we end up super early. There is no in between.
2- I find myself talking all the time. Even when there is no one else around. Habit of talking to a baby and then a toddler about anything and everything going on. It does help their language development but when I am grocery shopping by myself (which is super rare), I get weird looks when I ask no one in particular what type of lunchmeat we should get Daddy.
3- My memory is gone. Just gone. I’ll be in the middle of a sentence and lost a word completely. And don’t even talk to me about typing. I’ll look at something later and wonder why that word is in there. It doesn’t even make sense. (See? I even typed “lost” instead of “loose” without realizing.)
4- That whole “peeing in peace” thing. I rarely get to shower, pee, think, without being interrupted. You really start to value alone time. Even just 5 minutes of silence seems amazing.
5- I have started caring about things I never thought I’d care about. What the layout of the store is to avoid going by the toy section, the fastest way to change a diaper in public, the exact amount of time it takes to get the shopping done between nursings, which sippy cups don’t leak.
6- How I am now fluent in toddler. Seriously. That bunch of sounds meant, “I’d like to watch a show and have my juice, please.”
7- I’m pretty sure I now have super sonic hearing and can see through walls. Silence from the bathroom? Munchkin must be unrolling all the toilet paper. That sound from the down the hall? Abby climbing into her crib to get something.
8- How even though most days I’m exhausted, worn out, crave silence…..but I love this more than any other job I have ever had. I can be super grumpy and about ready to declare that my name is not “Hey, Mom!” but I still want to sit down and snuggle the little crazy kid. How when I hug my daughter, I melt when she says back to me “I love you too, Mommy.” How I feel horrible for her when she is slighted or loses a friend, even at her young age.
How I am able to be so utterly frustrated at this little person…but still love her beyond what words can say.
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