When did I become this mom?
The one who doesn’t know what’s cool anymore, who misuses “cool”
phrases, and turns to her kids for tech support. I remember being pregnant with
my oldest and envisioning that we would just kind of “hang” together. She seemed like she would be something
between an accessory and a hobby…. kind of like knitting, but with greater
potential later on. Then…she was born
and she was this whole other separate person who made decisions on her own
timetable about things like sleeping (or not), eating (or not), and
pooping/crying/puking (for these, “not” seemed never to be an option.) It sunk in quickly that parenting was not at
all like knitting, or hanging out with some cool mini-pal…if anything, it was
more like trying to knit while running backwards on a treadmill while feeding a
moody tiger with a sensitive palate.
