Mother's Day

I sit here while Owen naps writing a Mother's Day post. After 10 months it is still a little surreal.

It's funny being a mom.

Life before Owen (B.O.) was perfect, happy, and full but life after Owen (A.O.) is perfect, happy, and full it is just different. I will say there is way more pressure A.O. because you are raising an actual person and that thought is overwhelming.

The biggest misconception I had was that I would feel like a mother as soon as he was born. It was different for me. I knew what to do and could meet his needs but I didn't change into a Mother at that moment. I have realized it is a gradual process that takes place without even noticing until you look back at who you were and realize you are different.

More patient, loving, playful, and responsible. Less selfish, and awake.

Being a mother is a learning experience. You learn what they like (infomercials, animal noises and Ditka) and dislike (diaper changes, seat belts, applesauce). You learn there isn't an animal noise for newt and that all touch and feel books are not created equal. That even if your arms hurt from holding them you can hold them for hours longer and not die. That putting them to bed later doesn't mean they'll sleep later and playing airplane after a bottle doesn't work out well. It is the hardest and best thing I have ever done!


We had a nice Mother's Day. We went to brunch with family where Owen vomited down my dress and later choked on fruit! That baby! We went for a drive, and potted our vegetables and herbs. It was a perfect day.