Son: Why did they make a statue with liberty on it?
1. It’s the kids, not the costumes that make the night special. We lost Minnie’s ears two weeks ago. (A bow worked even better.)
When you’re a new mother, it feels like they’ll be little forever. You study their every part. You learn their every mood. You breathe more deeply in their presence.
But then life changes, and you settle into routines. And you begin to understand the difficulty that comes with children growing – evolving into better humans.
And, at some point, you may return to work.
The Gratitude Gospel: Day 12
My husband is traveling for the week, which means one thing: my children have become savages.
If you are a mother, you are likely to scroll through your pictures at night – just after you put your kids to bed. And, if you’re anything like me, you don’t just stop at today’s images.
When my husband and I started dating, I was a single mother. A Yorkshire terrier puppy named Wharton had stolen my heart just two months prior.
In the midst of graduate school and multiple jobs, I think owning a dog gave me permission to be maternal. At 22, I was nowhere near ready to have children.
But I liked to think that one day it still might happen. A dog, I believed, would give me practice.
And, it’s true, I endured all of the frustrating stages required of little creatures.
Bladder control (often in the wee hours of morning).
Destruction of property.
If I’m honest, I think my dog represented something even deeper: my fear of being alone.
“You can do this.” It’s become a mantra in our relationship.
First, it was sweet encouragement my husband and I whispered to one another during our tenure in graduate school. Eventually, we walked across the stage – just minutes apart.
Next, it was yelled by my husband over intense labor pains. Truthfully, I thought our children might be stuck forever. Eventually, two little people entered the world.
And, just this weekend, I found myself mentally replaying the words.
For the first time, we trusted a non-grandparent caregiver to put both children to bed.
When I found out my second child would be a little girl, I panicked. I may be a woman, but I only had experience parenting a son.
Everyone has an opinion
I’d like you to know that
I do as well.
Tonight this very rare thing happened: my little girl let me read her five stories before she drifted off to sleep in my arms.
Let me explain.