We’ve all had those moments as parents when a certain situation strikes you upside the head with the enormity of what you’ve gotten yourself into. The damn, I’m such a mom moments. I used to be smacked with these flashes a lot when my kids were even littler and everything was new. Some were beginning milestones that were easy to explain. Like our first ride home from the hospital or staying up all night for the first time with a sick child. But then there are the smaller bits. The ones that are just enough to make you briefly pause and soak in what you’ve become.
But only briefly, because moms can’t pause for long.
I don’t get so swept away as often anymore. Mostly because I get it. I’m a mom. I have 3 kids who remind me of that constantly. If not by their actions, then definitely by the calling for my attention on an endless loop.
Every so often, however.
We had come in the door from running an errand when I heard my cell phone ring. It was in my bag. A bag that was packed. With 48 Toy Story 3 Memory game cards scattered on the bottom that Abby insisted on taking along, just-in-case diapers, stickers, suckers, crayons, souvenirs from our trip to the zoo a long time ago, and something sticky. I had to dig through it all just to get to the one item that was mine, the phone. When it struck me and I paused. I’ve already done the diaper bag, which I haven’t carried in ages. But now I have “the mom bag”.
It’s terribly harsh, but it’s true. I am such a mom.