Had to share this picture. How that's comfortable for a nap, I have no idea, but he sure was sleeping soundly.
One of my recent Facebook status' read thus:
"1. I feel like my son is huge! He's grown so much already. I know, I know, you'll all say it just keeps going faster!
2. I wonder if I'll have a status update that doesn't involve something Mommy-related any time soon?"
After all the comments about how my status' would all be Mommy-related, I made sure to post this one:
"Cleaned the bathroom, made the bed, took a shower, went to the library, AND am doing a little online grading today. Is it prideful to be impressed with myself?"
Of course, if we're being honest here, well, it's only impressive that I did all those things today because I'm the mommy of a 5-week old baby.
See, what I'm realizing is that I've entered the next phase of my life, Motherhood, where everything is different than it was before. Everything comes back to being a mom, it seems. I want to be a better blogger (for various reasons) and have one of those blogs that is a fun mix of who I am - stories about things that happened, ways God is teaching me, random posts about clothes and decor and fun things- but all I can come up with these days seems to be Mommy-things. (Of course, finding time to blog is also challenging. Typing with a baby in your arms is a skill I have not yet mastered.)
It's the same when I Skype with my bestest friend Brooke, who is currently living in Korea. She gets to tell me all sorts of her adventures about people and places. What do I do all day? Hold the baby, change the baby's diaper, feed the baby, comfort the baby, play with the baby. Repeat. "Today he spit up five times!" Not exactly newsworthy, folks.
But it's who I am, now. In an instant (okay, after 9 months of pregnancy and 10 hours of labor), I am a mom. I can't just run to the store if I need something - I have to load up Will. Go to a movie? Haven't figured out how to do that yet. Want to read others' blog posts? That's not usually the most important use of his naptime.
When it's time to go back to school in the fall, I'm not going to want to stay there late, I'm going to want to go pick up my little boy and spend the evening with him. Nor will I want to grade papers, I imagine. Sick days (which I never take) will now be taken when I need to be home with a little guy who isn't feeling so well. I'll be thinking about those big blue (or whatever color they turn out to be) eyes all day, and waiting to see that sweet little smile.
I'll be (I already am) a little more of a worrier than I've ever been before, because I'm responsible for him, for his health, his well-being, his spiritual development, his education. I care about school districts and safety and college funds. I'll do price comparisons on baby items and do research about what products are best. I'll think about making my own baby food to save money. I read to him already, whatever I'm reading, and soon we'll start with books of his own. I'll speak Spanish to him so he can learn it early, and leave the English for when we're with his daddy. We'll do a baby dedication at church, and I will continue praying and praying for him, every day.
I've always been a daughter - to my parents, for 30 years. To my Father, a few less. A reader for 25 years, a student my whole life. A big sister for 24 years. A jogger for 13 years, a coffee drinker for 15. A wife for nearly 4. A Spanish-speaker for 16 years, a teacher for 8. These are the roles I play, among others.
But now, well, now I've added a new role, and I'm pretty sure it's one of the important roles I'll ever have. It's a nerve-wracking, joy-filling, fear-creating, awe-inspiring role. Being a mom is forever. I'll be his mom when he gets his first tooth, on his first day of school, at his high school graduation. When my son is grown and having his own children, I'll still be his mother. I'll be his mother until the day I die.
So I guess it's okay if that's all I have to talk about these days, because it's kind of a big deal, you know. Someday (and maybe sooner than later), I'll blog about something else, but for now, this is where I'm at, spending most of my time learning how to be the best mommy I can be to my sweet Peanut.
I'm a diaper-changer, a colic-comforter, a tear-drier, a rock-as-we-walk-er, a cozy-cuddler, a sit-and-stare-er, a baby-talking Spanish-speaker, a play-whenever-he's-awake-er, a 24-hour-a-day-diner.
I'm a mom.