Living the Dream

I love my hands.  They are turning into Mommy hands.  They aren't girl hands anymore.  They actually are looking more and more like MY Mommy's hands.  They are beautiful.  I want to behave so that my children see them as safe and kind an beautiful too.

Mommy's are some of the most beautiful people in the world.  It's a shame that the world tells us to "get your shape back" after birth, as if it is one of the first orders of business.  You see this gut - the one that makes me look like I'm still 3-4 months pregnant?  I worked HARD for this thing!  See this Baby?  The one for whom I am obliged to change my diet, my sleep schedule, my plans for potty-training her sister, and literally my whole world?  She is awesome beyond words, and worlds more than worth it.

I haven't always felt this way, but I'm growing.  Growing comes with growing pains, but I'll take it.  I'm living the dream I've had for myself since I was a child.  I'm a Mommy.  I stand with my mother, my grandmothers, and dear friends all over this great nation, raising tomorrow's citizens...it's a humbling thought.  I feel honored to be among the ranks of willing, committed mothers.