You know those moms who go on and on about how amazing their kids are… how much they love being a parent… how becoming a mom changed their lives… describing all of the normal things their kids do like they are somehow new or unbelievable? Those moms always drove me crazy. I would find myself thinking, ‘No one cares that your son blew raspberries and spit all over himself, lady.‘ or ‘Kids are supposed to laugh, what makes your kids giggling fit so noteworthy?’ I wondered why they found these seemingly simple, mundane, completely expected things so earth shattering-ly awesome.
Today, I caught myself thinking the same thoughts I have been inwardly mocking them for saying out loud for years. Sitting on the bed with my daughter, watching her rock back and forth making excited toddler noises, seeing her flash me a huge smile and say “hi” while she tried to wave at me but had her hand turned so she was really waving at herself… I thought she was just the cutest, most fascinating, most unbelievable little being on the planet. I was even crafting clever status updates in my head to post on FB describing her adorable acts of toddlerdom. I looked at her and actually caught myself thinking, ‘She is the most beautiful thing on the planet. I can’t imagine a more gorgeous face.’ I actually thought those words! Just typing that out is making me feel like the worst of the sappy moms to ever inhabit the planet, and the worst part… I am PROUD of it. Even as I sit here typing this right now I am realizing that I talk about how I have turned into one of these moms, a LOT, because I am so excited to be feeling what the sappy moms of the past feel instead of wondering what it feels like. Parenting turns you into the mushiest love sick ball of goo, and apparently, into a hypocrite, too. In this case, being a hypocrite is basically bad ass because in order to become one you get to experience having this little creature invade your life and take over, filling it with all of those sappy things that makes you cry from being so happy and junk. Not a bad trade off.
That’s not all that hit me, though… In exactly two weeks from today (or less, depending on if Skeletor has the courage to attempt a jail break) I will have another child. ANOTHER one. I think back two years to when I never thought I would have ANY child and I mocked these proud parents who were just reveling in the day-to-day ooey gooey cuteness of their own kids and I am still in complete shock that two years later I have been through two pregnancies, and I am about to give birth to my second child only two weeks from today.
Today, two is my lucky number.