Before I was a mom, I was THE BEST MOM IN THE ENTIRE WORLD.
My child would never eat McDonald’s.
I would spank them in discipline.
I would never cloth diaper.
I would never dream of going out looking like a “dirty mom” with no make-up.
I would never allow toys in the bed that weren’t lovies.
On and on and on and on…
The thing is, I wasn’t taking in my child. Not the child I dreamed of having or envisioned having, but the actual little person that came from me and my husband.
He was different from me; he needed different things. The little boy with the willful but sweet spirit. I didn’t know how his blue eyes would pierce straight into my heart when I disciplined.
I didn’t know how much time and energy motherhood would require of me and why sometimes, simply getting to the grocery store is an accomplishment. No matter if I’m wearing a business suit or yoga pants. That some days it’s not worth the fight to put organic fruit in him, so I whip up a box of Kraft Mac n’ Cheese.
I never imagined what an adventure motherhood would be and how brave it would make me until I learned and tried cloth diapers and found my little inner hippie. It was just one more way that motherhood changed me and shaped me and showed me who I really am.
I’m thankful to not be the same person I was just three years ago.
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