Today is Mother's Day. A day that to me, that used to be solely to celebrate my Mom and other Mothers in my life. Now, I find myself to be one of those Moms and it's something I can't quite wrap my brain around.
I'm a Mom. "Mom." I say it over and over and that word, that title, well, it definitely hasn't sunk in yet. It feels foreign. Just like the fact that I have a daughter doesn't feel real. It's been almost 8 weeks and when I call the doctors office booking "an appointment for my daughter Lucy" it rolls off of my tongue like someone else is saying it. It all still feels surreal. I don't really feel like someone's Mom yet. For 28 years I have been just me, responsible for no one but myself. Now I'm caring for this wonderful little being whom I love more than I could ever imagine possible and yet, I don't feel like a Mom.
But I am a Mom. I have the stretch marks and dirty hair, spit up stained clothes and a sleep deprived brain to prove it. I wonder if there will be a defining "ah-ha" moment where I'm like "Yep, I'm a Mom," or if it will happen gradually overtime until "Mom" is something that defines who I am.
So until that day comes, I'll be wondering around with a kid who might as well be my clone, worrying like hell if I'm doing this thing called Motherhood even close to right.
Happy Mother's Day to all of the amazing Mother's out there. I have a new found appreciation for the real life superheroes you all are!
