I’m a Mom.
Yes. It’s true.
This is something I couldn’t quite get my head around the other day.
The husband had taken a few days off work for family time last week. This gave me a few cheeky hours to sneak into town for Lis’ baby shower – sans baby – the other day. All I expected was a pink balloons and baby chat – Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would get hit by this huge realization that I was a different person inside.
Yes. I am a Mom.
All my life I’d met Mothers and listened to them talk about Motherhood and their kids. Suddenly, I was contributing? No way. Woah. But I’m still a kid, no?
I kid myself.
I met a five month old baby and thought of Naomi and what she might be like at that age. I also marveled at how developed a little girl was at age “almost two”, stuff I had never thought of before, not even whilst I was pregos.
Dude. I’m gettin’ old.
Ah well, at least I’m in good company :)
Rubbing the tummy for good luck!
I’m in your club now, Peng! Well, ok I’m like two kids short…
Happy baby shower, Lis!