I was looking through photos the other night, photos that should hopefully one day make it into Francie's baby book (if I ever get my act together with that). So there I am, going through memories of Francie's birth, her first month, and she was beside me and oh so curious as to what I was so interested in. So I showed her and I asked her, "Francie, who's this?"
And looking at those pictures of us, hearing my baby calling me Momma, it just seemed unreal for a minute. Because whoa- I am someones Mom. I am a Mom. It's so heavy, it's so much.
One day you go from just being you, to being everything to this little person. You are needed like you've never been needed before. You have to step up in a way that you never have before.
To be a Mom is to be everything- a nurse, a cook, a housekeeper, a chauffeur, a hairdresser, an atm, an occasional embarrassment, a story teller, a hugger, a shoulder to cry on, a shelter from the storm, a teacher, a friend, a constant. The list goes on and on.
And in that minute, it just hit me. I am not just me anymore; for the past 9+ months I have been more than just me. I am me, a Mom. For the rest of our lives, I am Francie's Momma.