Life is funny. 18 months ago, a time right before I became a Mom, I might not have found that joke funny or cute. Or completely adorable (A word I use to describe things way too much these days.) Oh, how kids change you, how parenting changes you in a way you never imagined before it happened.
Being a Mom has changed so many things about me. I can barely handle photos of children hurt, sad or hungry (the worst). I want to reach out and help as many as I can. I have deeper feelings, stronger feelings about anything baby and toddler related. I see a tiny baby and I can't help the urge to look and ooo and aww. I'm pathetic, right?
But I think I have definitely grown as an individual. If only from the trials and tribulations of the first year; that are far from easy. Late nights, teething, gas bubbles, colds, first sitter, first daycare. Making the list is much easier than actually going through the events; each one making you a little bit stronger.
And yet, there are days I feel so weak, softer in a way. I just melt when she puts on her boots alone, says 'peas' (aka please) or blows kisses. Yes, Grammie, she's got it down. There are also times when I just freeze, unable to make another move because she's crying in my arms and doesn't want to say good bye. If I spent 40+ hours away from my momma when I was that little I'd cry too. That is exactly why in those moments I hold on two seconds longer.
I live for her now. I live for her happiness, health and well being. I can't help it. As I've said before when she took her first breath of air a light switch inside of me turned on. I'm all Mom all the time.
Becoming a parent flips your world on its back and alls you can do is roll over laughing. I laugh when she tries to jump, when she plays hide-and-seek and most of all when she laughs. It is what they call an "infectious laughter." Or maybe it's just that she is my daughter.
Keep Loving.
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