Since becoming a mother...

I can carry a diaper bag, a purse, a laptop bag, a cell phone, car keys, a bagelful, coffee, the carseat, my child's hand and hold the door open with one toe as he steps. Apparently motherhood has made me an Octopus.

I'm getting really good at chasing Sam through the house after his bath with a hairbrush. I am now averaging two to three good brush strokes at each stop and have cut the hair fixing time down considerably over the last few months.

I can hold a phone conversation and hone in on my child's location and activities for a good ten minutes. After ten minutes and on an active night, if you're the one on the phone with me, I'm no longer listening to you.

I have learned that waiting to take clothes off as we are standing by the tub only breeds an exasperated toddler and many times a dangerous situation. If I make a game out of it and grab a piece of clothing every fifteen minutes over the span of an hour, my day is shot, but bath time is less painful.

I find I'm starting to pronounce words incorrectly back. If he says "tickey, tickey" instead of "tickle tickle"...its good enough for me. Although I am starting to doubt my own grammar. Are the 'N's silent in bunny?

I gave up trying to read the whole story book. It's really fun to read "Green Eggs and Ham" but pointing at all the pictures and screaming "BRAY" can be fun too.

I no longer care if I finish all the steps to getting ready in the morning. I do the most important ones and forget the rest. I haven't worn lipstick in a year and a half and all those jewelry sets and hair doo-dads...well aside from being fascinating and choking hazards, they pretty much collect dust at this point.

I now wait so long in between eyebrow waxing that the nail salon has to pull out special equipment and comment on how long it's been.

I'm going on a cruise in a week and packing a bathing suit or suntan lotion hasn't even crossed my mind. Packing outfits that are three sizes too big and a stack of books is all that's on my mind.

Since becoming a mother, I have found a new purpose, a new love and a new piece of my heart. All it takes is a hug, a grin or an infectious giggle to remind me that I want to be nothing else, but a mother. On this day, I celebrate the reason for this title more than for my own accomplishments as one.



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