Up Until Eight Months Ago…

Up until eight months ago, the sound of a baby crying wouldn’t send me into a fit of panic or make me feel like my heart was being ripped from my chest.

Up until eight months ago, I was never concerned with the frequency or consistency of someone else’s poop.

Up until eight months ago, I would have never left the house with drool on my sleeves or vomit on my shoes.

Up until eight months ago, I thought taking a shower everyday was a non-negotiable.

Up until eight months ago, when I went shopping with a list, I left the store with everything on the list.

Up until eight months ago, I never tried getting a smile out of someone by making animal noises, singing the same song repeatedly or  speaking nonsense in a high pitched voice.

Up until eight months ago, I looked forward to nap time for a very different reason.

Up until eight months ago, I would have never cut my hair short again.

Up until eight months ago, I didn’t smile or laugh or feel so much love for someone in the course of one day.

So in fifteen years (give or take a few) when you’re embarrassed by me, just remember that you made me who I am today.  I used to be normal…but now I’m a mom.