Love you boy, till I fallThe child in me again, he plays the fool

Two years ago today, I went into labor and became a mommy. It's weird. I still don't feel like a mom. I know I am an excellent wife, but a mom, I dunno, not so much. I do my best, but I don't think that's quite good enough. Still, here I am. And now a mother of two, no less!

When do you become comfortable in your role as a mother? When you hear the words, "MOMMYYYY!" being yelled across a department store and just 'know' that you're being called? Or when you start not caring about touching another person's poo? Maybe it's when you don't care if the whole world sees your boob, just as long as your infant will stop crying?

Perhaps it's when you've played toy trains for two hours and not even realized what time it is. Or when you give up your meal and end up eating chicken nuggets instead. Or maybe, just maybe, it's when your Kid says, "I love Mommy," and nestles his head on your chest as he falls asleep.

I think it's the last one. Despite my doubts, the Kid is alive and well, and seems to be a-ok. I've never felt so much love. Happy birthday, kiddo.
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