If I were a theme park designer, I would have the perfect ride concept. This ride would be full of ups and downs, twists and turns, bright, shining laughter and dark, scary moments. There would be unbearable screams, uncontrollable giggles, eery silence and plenty of "stuff" (pacifiers, toy trains, bodily fluids, etc) flying at you. For half of the ride, you would have a 25 pound bag of potatoes suctioned to you. The remaining half would require that the same bag of potatoes, now being pulled away from you by a bungee cord, be kept within a five foot perimeter. And, just when you think it's over, it starts again, only this time with a pile of clean and dirty laundry that must be sorted, folded or hidden (your choice) before you are allowed to exit the car to get your complimentary hug and kiss.
And so describes what has surprised me most about becoming a mom. The truth is, nearly everything has surprised me. Everything good and bad about being a mom is so much more intense than I ever imagined. It's as if I boarded a never-ending yet ever-changing rollercoaster. The Mommy Rollercoaster.