Written by Emily
I loved collecting memories about Noah’s developmental milestones, all of his “firsts”–first tooth, first word, first friend. I took pride in writing every little detail as though each was a precious gold nugget: the way his mouth curled at the sight of carrots, the smell of his breath, even the shape of his poop.
What I never thought to write down were all of my mom milestones, the events and moments that changed me, shaped me into this new person: Mom. Some of these snapshots were lovely…like the moment I saw Noah (and Chloe and Sylvie, too) and believed in love at first sight, some not-so lovely.
Now that I have three children, I am in full mom-mode most of the time. There are moments everyday that redefine me and transform the way I see myself and sometimes the rest of the world.
I should have started this years ago.
My 80th Month of Mommydom (approximately)
Before and After
68 1/2 inches
Not now. Not ever.
What I eat:
Anything that makes my children cough, sigh, hold their noses, pretend they’re full, create diversions, act out, and make faces.
Things I’m learning to do:
Embrace my children’s “good mornings” and not scowl at their giddy 7:00am enthusiasm. Deactivate my super power of seeing with magnified clarity every mess in the house 5 minutes before leaving and launching into a frenzy of panicked tidying. Come to terms with the fact that every laundry system I devise will conclude with me needing to actually do the laundry–everyday.
Little handprints–even on the stainless steel. Spontaneous dance parties in the kitchen. Adult conversation. Not-so adult conversation. My children holding hands–just because. Giggling. My French Press. Laying heavy in a heap on the couch all legs and arms tangled in a mess of worn-out family. The smell of kids in the summer (BP–before puberty).
I don’t like:
Finding old chicken nuggets under the back seat of the car. Someone else’s boogies on my face (or mine but mostly other people’s).
To 3 naive little people, despite my missteps and miscalculations, I am the nicest, smartest, prettiest, hippest, strongest, funniest mom on the planet (note: I said mom because if they had to choose, they’d pick dad hands-down because he is the fun one. Jerk.).
Note: These entries should be written on an adorable calendar. Let’s be real. Scraps of paper it is!
I’m sure I’ve missed a few things, but it’s a start. What’s in your Mommy Moment Book?