Morphing into motherhood

Surprising things happen when you are a mom. Yes, other than the obvious things like a human being coming out your hoo-hoo (yes I AM a healthcare professional and yet I still use the word hoo-hoo) and milk coming out of your boobs (really WEIRD when you stop to think about it). But other things too. Like all of the sudden I find myself eating more vegetables. I realize lately that often I am telling Mayson "No, you can't have that" when she is wanting some of my food. Then the light bulb came on, well if she shouldn't be eating it, should I really be eating it?? It has really made me pay closer attention to what I eat and wow, if she ate as much sugar in a day as I do. Well let's just say I'm on a week of sugar wind down to try and get myself off of that crack.

And then there is the whole spousal interactions thing where you realize not just the words you say are influencing your child but before they can even make sense of the words they are reading your mood and intent by your tones, gestures and body language. All of the sudden you are aware of how often you are perhaps a little rude or nasty to your husband and you genuinely want to stop it, not just for the babies sake but for your own relationship. I just never expected to learn so much about myself from such a little person. It really is quite surprising. It is also surprising that I eat parts of almost all my meals from a red plastic spoon, that I sing most of the day (that's totally new and WEIRD), that I hold no resentment at someone for waking me up in the middle of the night (repeatedly), and that I can make a toga/diaper out of a receiving blanket when the going gets tough. These are the funny surprises that keep me loving motherhood and wondering what each new day will bring. Lots of smiles are an absolute garantee that's about the only thing I know for sure I will have when I get up each day.

Chiantra's daily total: 2 tupperware contatiners, one chicken drumstick (stolen from the garbage bag that was on the deck for 1 hour, waiting to be taken to the curb)