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?
It was seeing the new set of Tupperware cups in the dish drain.
That will do it every time. We are heading towards Kate’s fourth birthday and I can hear her yelling with the kids in the backyard. I can’t for the life of me figure out how she got that fast, that soon… blessings mama! I’m right there with you!
Ha ha ha too funny!