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Being a mom...

Being a mom means...

     ... always smelling slightly funny.  It doesn't matter how much deodorant or body spray I use.  I can't seem to take enough showers to scrub away the smell of spit-up and other bodily fluids.  And my poor clothes will never be the same again.

     ...sleeping when my baby tells me it's okay.  I no longer choose my bedtime or set an alarm to wake me up in the morning.  There's no longer any risk of me sleeping through lunch.  Or even breakfast for that matter. 

     ...wearing my hair in a ponytail or getting the "mom cut".   I haven't chosen to break down and cut my hair off yet, but I don't really know what I'm holding out for.  She's able to weave both hands into my hair within seconds and pull me towards her in a death grip.  Even better, she then sucks on my forehead or cheek and I can't get away.  I pretend it's her way of showing me love, but I think she's actually just stating her dominance.

     ...decorating my house with plastic baby crap.  We've replaced the nice decor that we once had with baby swings, exersaucers, and toys.  Our ottoman is now the diaper-changing station and our kitchen is the pump-cleaning area.  Best part of it all is that she doesn't even like playing in most of this baby stuff.  She prefers to roll around on the floor.  :)

     ...worrying that I'm never doing anything right.  I haven't really ever cared how I compared to anyone else.  Until now.  Motherhood has made me competitive.  I worry that my baby isn't as happy or smart or well-adjusted because I'm not doing my job.  But, at the end of the day, I've done my best.  And she seems pretty content with not being a future Pulitzer Prize winner.

     ...lots of changes to my body.  My boobs are strangely different, nothing is toned anymore, and I've had to work to lose weight.  And why is my belly button so large?

     ...spending an extra hour trying to leave the house.  Do we have diapers, wipes, a change of clothes, toys, hooter hider, etc?  Yesterday I realized that I didn't know where my driver's license, credit card or cell phone were.  But it didn't matter because I had her necessities.

     ...loving someone more than I ever knew was possible!!!  I would give up everything to make her happy.  Seeing her smile makes it all worth it!  Even the sleepless nights and ill-fitting clothes...



What does it mean to you???

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  1. Such an awesome post! ;) Cracked me up!

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  2. It means never being alone and seeing the world through new eyes

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  3. You hit the nail on the head with all of these. Its amazing how much your life changes and yes to a person that has not experienced the joy of a child, it appears that we are living a life that is sad and crazy. But to us the mom's and dad's, this life is heaven and the best thing that has ever happened to us. Puke smelling, lack of sleep, constant chasing, running around like a crazy person, taking hours to get ready, putting someone before ourselves for once. Its amazing how great that can actually be :)

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  4. Well, I agree with ALL of these:). And, I would say that being a mom to me means a MUCH less organized and calm home, mind and heart...and knowing it is all worth it!

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  5. OK, so I'm worried. I don't feel like any of us smell and I think that means that we smell so bad, we've just gotten used to it! Yikes. Her formula smells awful but I love it because it reminds me of her. I need to ask my friends if I stink.

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  6. I now understand what they mean by unconditional love. My husband and I sometimes ask each other, Do you think our moms loved us THIS much??

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