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Sometimes seeing myself as a mother makes me laugh. I seriously can't believe I'm a mom. There was a time, not that long ago where I didn't even think I wanted kids. There was a time when "Single Shauna" would shutter at the sound of a whining child in the check out line at a grocery store (Although, karma got me back on that one.....you can read about that incedent HERE). A time where young ones screaming and throwing food at a restaurant guaranteed an eye roll and a "can you believe these parents who let there kids carry on like this"? I was so wrapped up in the carefree, do as I please life, that the thought of kids just seemed like too much of a hassle.
Then I became a mother. A mother to a wild, adventurous, curious, funny, quirky boy.
When I first laid eyes on him (after I was done violently shaking form the aftermaths of childbirth, and could somewhat comprehend what the fuck was going on) I was so happy and scared at the same time. I brought that little bungle of joy home, and became "that" mom.
The mom who is so overprotective of her child, I use to give detailed instructions on how to hold him.
The mom who was so scared that for the first two weeks, I didn't sleep, just watched him breathe. (until I got an Angel Care monitor......and some piece of mind)
The mom who cuts her toddlers food up into unreasonably small pieces
The mom who co-slept with her child until he was 10 months.....and still is OK if he needs to crawl into my bed from time-to-time
The mom who rocked her son to sleep, until that is the only way he would fall asleep. Even now, at 20 months old, when he is feeling under the weather, still likes it.
Every time I would say "watch his head" or "be careful" I would get an eye roll and a "oh your "that" mom". I use to be embarrassed that I was overprotective, that maybe I wasn't as carefree with my parenting as I should be.
Now when I hear that phrase, I say "fuck ya". I'm Ok with being "that" mom, I'm not perfect, I am overprotective, and I still cut his food up small, but I know I am the best mom for my child.
Happy Mothers Day to all you fabulous mothers out there, and whatever type of mom you are. Because at the end of the day, all that really matters is that we love our kids with all our hearts.