First, I have to wish a Happy Mother's Day to my mom. She's endlessly supportive and showed us how to do this mothering thing right. And who, along with my dad, taught me that a good sense of humor and a little hard work make just about anything possible.
|Mom with her newest grandbaby.|
I'm not a person who played with baby dolls (Barbies were another story), babysat endlessly, and dreamed from an early age of having babies of my own. I know plenty of women who did. I, on the other hand, came to the decision a little later. I worried about having a career and being responsible for the health, comfort, and morality of another human when I couldn't keep a houseplant alive (still can't). But my only regret now is that it took me so long to realize how incredibly awesome this whole mom-ing thing could be. I never realized that one job could be so all-consuming, exhausting, hilarious, frustrating, extremely difficult, fun and utterly fulfilling. And I'm only 2 years in.
I'm confident I've made mistakes, and that I'm sure to make plenty more. But I have a sense that we are at least doing a few things "right." Honestly, we just sort of set Scout loose in the morning and then see what she does steering her away from danger every now and again.