I never played house much growing up. However, sometimes I feel like I am just a little girl who is pretending to be a mom playing house.
Except for the house is not built with chairs and blankets. The babies can tell you "no", can hit, and can pee on you in the middle of the night as you try and rush them to the potty. You can't just clean up and put everything away when you don't feel like playing anymore. Nope, 'cause this ain't pretend folks.
There are days when motherhood feels surreal. As if I am really only a six year old in a twenty-six year old's body, doing things I don't quite feel old enough for. (In all honesty though, is there ever a "perfect" age for wiping another humans butt? I think not.)
If it were all pretend I would not be able to hear the sweetness in Oscar's voice as he tells me he loves me (even though earlier today Oscar stated, "Mom it makes me sick when I love you"). Or feel Angus' chubby, albeit at times sticky, fingers grab at my face. Or be able to enjoy countless other "real" moments with my children, that would surely be impossible to feel if I were just being a mother to dolls in a house made of blankets.
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Almost every day I find it hard to believe that I have my own kids and family. Some days I just feel like I am nanny as it is still hard to believe that they are MINE! Weird!
Isn't it amazing...one day you are a kid and the next you have them waking you up way too early in the morning. Sometimes I wonder when am I going to start feeling old, 'cause my # is getting up there.
As an old mom...hee hee, I can tell you that your brain never catches up to the number. I am always shocked when I look in the mirror and realize my face doesn't match how I think i should look
I am still in shock the hospital let me take Reagan home.
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