Being A Mom Is…

– waking up early every day, even on weekends, to nurse
– waking up during the night to nurse and soothe
– cuddling with your baby night and day
– having your baby stare up at you with big blue eyes in innocent, unadulterated love
– worrying over everything
– constantly caressing his hands, arms, legs, back, head, and cheeks
– loving your husband more, knowing he is the father of your child
– letting the dishes pile up, the laundry stay in the basket, the floor get dirty 
– getting so excited about every new, simple skill
– getting too excited about every new, simple skill that you accidentally scare your baby
– eating a lot and drinking water a lot to keep up your milk supply 
– scrutinizing that the noxious farts your baby has is being caused by something you ate
– laughing at the loud farts he makes
– having your heart melt every time he smiles up at you
– not caring that you still have half your pregnancy weight to lose
– taking a bazillion pictures and posting half a bazillion even though you promised yourself and your husband you wouldn’t be that mom
– calling your mom, nurse-aunt, lactation specialist SIL for advice 24/7
– reading and researching parenting skills
– ignoring those books and forums (or at least trying to)
– difficult when you have to teach half a day, every day
– scary when you still haven’t found a daycare provider
– scary about the thought that you have to leave him with a daycare provider
– talking baby talk
– playing peekaboo
– eating your babies feet and hands because they are too darn adorable
– talking about him even when you are on a date
– no matter how hard you try not to, comparing your son to other babies, especially your friends’ babies who were born in the same month
– splurging on someone who isn’t yourself!
– spending all your time watching him sleep
– getting excited at the thought of him growing up
– regretting that he’ll grow up
– doing piles upon piles of laundry
– wishing he’ll sleep a few minutes longer so you can finish showering, sleep a few more minutes, finish eating, grade one more paper
– debating whether or not to let him sleep or play with him a little longer before going to school or bed
– not getting school work, grading, lesson planning done at home
– not eating at the dinner table (yet–maybe when he has a high chair)
– invigorating
– something I’d definitely recommend
– wanting another one already
– not wanting another one yet
– the hardest, most stressful, most challenging change of my life
– the most rewarding decision I’ve ever made
– instinctual
– disregarding your instincts
– wanting to be a homemaker now more than ever
– a divine role given to women from Heavenly Father
– loving to sleep with him in bed
– the best thing in the entire world
– what I was meant to be

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Tayler is a work at home mom. She does free lance articles and dabbles in graphic design and virtual assisting for bloggers. She spent 3 years as a history and English teacher. Her passions are her husband, two children, history, reading, nature, and her Savior, Jesus Christ.

  • Desiree @ Macke Monologues

    Being a mom is the best! I promised myself I wouldn't become one of those mom's who posted a million pictures… But, I simply can't help it!

  • I know! Kids are just too gosh darn adorable!

  • It's the best, but hardest thing I've done!