I can still remember and it’s been six years. When I first brought Big P home from the hospital I began the whole motherhood thing – I had been waiting for it for a while. I had no idea what I was doing but trusted that I would learn just fine along the way. What I didn’t realize beforehand was how isolating the whole stay at home mom gig would be. I spent all day alone with this tiny thing that only cried and babbled noises that wasn’t anything I could understand.
I craved conversation. I wanted to talk to my kids – to understand what they were saying and to have them understand what I was saying. I was hoping for that moment when they would first say “Mama” and waited for it. . .
Then those moments came and it was worth it. .. them time kept going and now I have a 6 year old, near 5 year old and near 3 year old. They are all talking cohierent sentences. I can hold full conversations with them.
But of course along with that I get conversations that i dont want to be having with them. Sentences I wish they would never say and that “mom” word that I was waiting for has been overused and abused now overstayed it’s welcome…Share This Post: Tweet