As I have said before, I have wanted children for a very long time. Despite this, I still cannot comprehend the fact that I am, actually, a mother now and responsible for a little dude. Although the desire was always there, the idea of having children always seemed foreign and distant; a concept too big to grasp, like pondering the size of the universe.
Now here I am. A mom.
Oh, how mighty that small declaration is.
Motherhood seemed glorious when it was a distant dream, but the reality is that it is hard work. And messy! Gone are the visions of a precious sleeping baby, adorable outfits, and a pristine nursery. Reality is, babies sleep when they want and that means not-when-mom-and-dad-are-sleeping. The process of getting dressed is so difficult with a fussy baby that pants, a shirt, and at least one sock are considered an accomplishment. Contrary to popular beliefs, nurseries are not full of matching décor and organization, they’re just full of stuff, lots of stuff.
Despite the surprises of actually being a mom, I never thought I would find so many toys lying randomly on the floor. Oh, how wrong I was!
Before motherhood, I always wondered how it was possible that such small people could make such a mess of someone’s house. Aren’t these children being supervised? Don’t they have somewhere to keep their toys? The answer to both questions is a frustrated yes.
I have learned the hard way that it doesn’t take much time for a child to destroy a room. Turn your back for a moment, and I think children have the mind power to flip the room upside down.
Please, let me also caution you on the dangers of baby powder, lotion, diaper cream, and baby wipes in the hands of a child. If you don’t want your child throwing a tantrum in their play-yard while you clean up a mess, keep baby care items secured. My son has been clocked at pulling 46 wipes out of the case in just under 2 minutes. #olympicdreams
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