You show up places
with dried formula in your hair.
Your can’t see your floor
because there are toys EVERYWHERE. And you would put them away but you NEED
them.
Most of the furniture
in your house is made by Fisher Price.
Every word spoken
after 8 p.m. must be whispered.
When you get an hour
alone, you spend the first ten minutes thinking about how you can clean the
house, get a hair cut, go grocery shopping, watch a recorded show, take a nap,
read a book … all in one hour.
You can be somewhere
and have your heart be entirely somewhere else.
Your entire day is
planned around nap time.
You think 5:30 a.m. is
sleeping in and 9 p.m. is staying up late.
The people in your
life take on new roles as grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, etc. and you
see them be amazing in different ways.
You dream about the
days when your stomach was flat.
Hand sanitizer is your
best friend.
The world becomes a
little scarier because you have a lot more to lose.
You are very thankful
for elastic.
You suddenly notice
every baby around you and just how many there are in the world.
You realize that a
little person needs you for everything and it makes you want to be 100 times
better than you are.
There is no such thing
as a day off.
Your baby has more
(and frankly cuter and more stylish) clothes than you.
You often wish for
time to stop, for moments to just freeze so you can breathe it all in and tell
the Lord thank you.
You don’t want to
think of a world without Elmo in it. It would not be good.
You now get why, when
it comes to toys, the louder and more obnoxious, the better.
You cry a lot more.
You see
life through a set of little eyes and it is funnier, brighter, more innocent
and lovelier than you ever knew.
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