The day I became a MOM.
Reality is when you are standing in line at the grocery store and your 8 month old decides that he will pull down the front of your shirt on the same day that you decided to wear that new completely lace and see through bra, thus exposing you to the entire store. That is when I realized I was no longer the same person I was 17 months earlier. I had become a MOM.
Sure, I already knew I was a mother, after all I had given birth. But that was my official induction into the club we call MOM. Sure I had had the spit-up on me and I had the sleepless nights and the all of that. But it was at that point that I knew it had all changed. For that moment in time when it happened, I didnâ��t even flinch. I pulled his hand away and pulled my shirt up. Had it been before I was a MOM, I would have probably would have been embarrassed and gone running out of the store and never looked back. But now, I didnâ��t even give it a first thought, much less a second one.
I had gone from club parties and all night dancing to diaper changes and middle of the night feedings. And I could not be any happier.