My husband gave me a massage for Mother’s Day and I finally got it this week. I left the baby alone with him for the first time ever. I think it took me the first 55 minutes of my massage to relax.
You see, my husband had never changed a diaper when we had our girl. We are both the youngest in our families and although we have nine nieces and nephews, we are far from being described as kid people. Continue reading “A Better Father’s Day Gift”
Whether you are on your knees tying little shoes, on your knees vomiting from morning sickness, or on your knees praying for lives yet to exist, we have always been moms. We were made with this untapped love, with natural instincts. We were made to mother these children.
I’m trying to pinpoint when the change went from – “We’re having a baby!” to “She’s having a blowout!” The day I became a mom.
I’m not talking about when you push a watermelon out of your hoo-ha. Sure, something inside of you changes when you hold that squishy ball of smell-good. But things had been changing for a while. Continue reading “The Day You Become a Mom”