But what does that mean?
To some, it’s losing their figure under baggy clothes. Forgetting to wear makeup/get dolled up. It’s forgetting who they used to be with everyone and everything before their child.
For me, being a mother is having to play the hardest yet most rewarding role ever.
I wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of his cry, I worry about his well-being more than my own. I’m ready to give him the world and everything in it.
I stand tall in my own shoes — even if they’re flats or a pair of 5 inch heels. Regardless, I’m ready to fight boogie monsters, kiss his little boo-boos and give him cootie shots when girls come around.
And most importantly, I get to share these moments and the love for my son with Jeff. Don’t get me wrong, there are times I want to rip his head off, but those moments never outweigh the love I feel for him. His dedication inspires me, and whenever I feel things are getting to be too much I remember there’s someone here with me. 🙂