It’s not like I don’t know this. I mean, I’ve been a mom for almost 4 years now. I’ve felt every inch of a mom since the second I saw the words “PREGNANT” on that pee stick so long ago. However, do you ever look at yourself and catch yourself thinking, “Holy Shit! I’m a MOM!”
(This also applies to dads!) (Also, this post has a shit ton of photos because I was feeling nostalgic).
I wonder how it is even possible to “forget” that I am a mom. Honestly, it’s not so much “forgetting” as it is the fact that I am so involved in BEING a mom, that I don’t have any actual time to THINK about the fact that I am a mom. I spend almost 24 hours a day with my son. Many times, even when I am working, he’s there. Half of the day, I actually refer to myself as “Mommy” instead of “Kelli.” I am a full blown mom. What.the.fuck.
Sometimes I wonder how this even happened. How the hell did I become a mom? Yes, I’m fully aware of how it happened, but there’s always that small piece of me that seems to not totally buy it. I’ve talked to other moms and dads about this and they agree. It’s just too weird. We’re just kids, aren’t we? No. No, we’re not. We’re pushing 30. But somehow, in our minds, we are perpetually 21.
There have been a few times that it really caught me off guard. The first was the very first time I had to make a doctor’s appointment for Sawyer. When I called and said, “Hi, I have to make an appointment for my son,” I actually started giggling uncontrollably! I apologized profusely to the receptionist (who probably thought I was nuts!), but it just sounded SO WEIRD. My son. MY SON!
Even now, it still gets me. I ran into someone who I hadn’t seen in many, many years, and she asked how I was, and if I had any children. I said, “Oh, yes. My son is about to turn 4.” WHAT?! When the hell did this happen!? I sat in my car for ten solid minutes actively contemplating where the time had gone. Wasn’t I just pregnant? Didn’t I bring that not-so-little squish home from the hospital last week?
We were visiting friends over the weekend to love on their adorable new baby girl. When one of them said something about “our daughter” the other would say, “That’s so weird! I can’t believe we really have a daughter!”I was glad to know I wasn’t alone in feeling this. I thought that it would go away with time, but it never really does, does it? How did we make this awesome little people? Why were they given to us?
Another instance was last summer. I was at my parents’ house either coming from or going to an event, so I was all dressed up. My youngest brother, who is 18, had a few friends over. As I was fixing my hair in the hallway mirror, I heard one of them say, “Dude, that chick is a MILF!” It literally took me ten minutes to figure out that they were talking about ME. My inner dialogue was something to the effect of, “What the hell is this kid talking about? My mom’s not even here!” Then it hit me. I’M THE MILF. ::mind exploding::
Has this ever happened to you? If so, please share it with me!