So last night while I was washing the dishes I had a moment where the enormity of the fact that I am a mom crashed over me. No, I wasn't meditating on all that I do for my family (I've been slacking on the Kitchen Prayer of late even though I've been washing more dishes.) I didn't ponder pregnancy, delivery, nursing, or sweet baby toes/ cheeks/ bellies/ smells/ or anything else cuddly newborn. I wasn't reflecting on the wonderous things my kids are learning and mastering – walking, reading, buttoning a shirt. Nope, as lovely as all those are that was not what brought my to the realization that "wow, I really am a mom."
So what was it then?