With Mother’s Day just around the corner, I have been thinking about my introduction to the motherhood club.
I remember it completely!
The extra freezer in the garage had gone out and I was removing the half-frozen contents before the repairman came.
I grabbed the phone in between trips to the garage and that’s when it happened.
I listened in disbelief. It was our will-they-ever-pick-us call.
I got lost in the details; my heart raced as I tried to focus on the facts that were coming quickly through the phone.
Tomorrow morning, we would pick up our son.
Understandably, sleep didn’t come easily that night. Looking back, that was unfortunate since it would be our last opportunity for a good sleep for a long time, a really long time.
Instead of sleep, we imagined ridiculous scenarios like pulling back the blanket and seeing a half rat baby with whiskers and a long, thin pink tail.
That night, we had no idea how much our lives would change. We had heard that it would change everything. We had watched others as we stood from a distance, sometimes judging their actions and decisions. We thought we knew; however, we didn’t know. We couldn’t know.
I remember before “the call” telling friends at work that I wasn’t going to be one of “those parents” that allowed their children to completely swallow up their independence. I planned on still going out with friends and dining in my favorite don’t-even-think-of-a-kid-in-here restaurants. I knew they weren’t accessories, but I thought that I would run the show and they would follow.
The Universe certainly has a great sense of humor.
The love. The worry. The joy.
When we walked into that hospital room, we lifted that blanket for the first time, unsure about what we would see. Instantly, we fell head over heels in love. There were no whiskers. No rodent tail. There was my beautiful, big, healthy boy…perfection.
I will never forget the overwhelming emotions of holding my son for the first time, rocking him, feeding him, hoping that moment would never stop.
That was the day I became a mom. My heart has never been the same.
We all know that motherhood has its challenges, but the joy and the love certainly outweighs the messy parts.
This is what I have to remind myself on those very messy, very UN-perfect days.
In some ways, my introduction to motherhood was quick and sudden; but in other ways, it had been a long time waiting.
What was your Introduction to the Motherhood Club story?