Before my name was Mom I never had to worry that I would pee a little every time I would sneeze.
I would rarely have a day that required three Starbucks runs before dinner.
I didn’t watch television show that involved a 6 year old explorer, a brother and sister bunny duo or a DJ that hangs out with trippy looking animal/alien characters.
Before my name was Mom I never had to think twice about whether or not there might be poo somewhere on my clothing.
I didn’t tip 40% when I went out to eat to make up for the wasted sugar packets, broken crayons and torn napkins left at the table.
The thought of 8 hours of sleeps didn’t feel as unlikely as scaling Mt. Everest.
I never had to worry about the size of hot dogs, carrots or grapes.
Before my name was Mom I never had milk leak out of my boobs.
I didn’t skip pages in a book to get to the end quicker.
I didn’t consider glitter a nemesis.
I never had to leave Target humiliated because the person I was with had a full blow meltdown in the Beauty department.
I only had to do laundry once a week.
Before my name was Mom I didn’t creepily stare at someone for hours while they slept.
I would laugh if someone tried to give me a necklace made out of macaroni.
I never had to scrape suspicious booger looking objects of of various places in my home.
I didn’t have conversations about the color/size/frequency of poop.
I didn’t lie awake and wonder if I was doing a good enough job.
Before my name was Mom I never knew how good it feels to hear the words “look what I made for you Mommy”.
I was never amazed at the miracle that is life.
Before my name was Mom I had no idea how capable I really am.
I never experienced my heart bursting with joy.
Before my name was Mom I didn’t know just how much I could truly love.