Becoming a mother

All my life I knew I would have children.

When the time came, I took the birthing classes and studied the manuals diligently; researched and followed along on BabyCenter.com; read What to Expect When You’re Expecting; and compared notes with a friend who was due the same week as me.

I was all set for labor and delivery.

But…

I was totally unprepared for everything that would happen after I came home from the hospital.

No amount of reading or talking to family or friends could have prepared me for becoming a mother. You just don’t know what you don’t know.

I imagined I would be the same old me, doing the same old stuff, just add a baby. Uhm, no. I barely remembered the same old me and had no time to entertain the same old stuff. My life changed overnight.

I had begun my MotherMorphosis, an intense period of personal, professional, emotional, spiritual, and of course physical change.

I remember three things about my son’s first well baby visit at the pediatrician.

1. the scheduler telling me I was brave because I agreed to the 7:00 a.m. slot (I assumed it would be better to get it taken care of before work)


2. the side eye from the nurse when I bonked my baby’s head on the infant scale (as if I didn’t already feel bad enough that it made him cry)


3. realizing the pediatrician wasn’t asking about my symptoms or issues: it was all about the baby

Indeed, it is all about the baby.

Since becoming a mother, my children have become my “why.” They are the reason I get up in the morning (often too early), the reason I go to work every day, the reason I do almost everything I do. They are my motivation, my inspiration, and my revelation: it is because of them that I know the true love of God. I imagine the love I have for them is just like the love that God has for me.

Note: My facebook page about MotherMorphosis is here.