February 28, 2006
Kellie - 30ish
1 daughter (2)
I never thought I would liken mommydom to my favorite pair of jeans. It feels as though I’ve lost ten pounds and I’m back in, only it’s Prophet, my daughter, I’m back into after a rocky introduction to the truly Terrible Twos.
I lost my swagger when they hit. A swagger, let me tell you, I was wearing like those shoes you insist on buying although they’re a half size too small. Becoming mommy felt fantastic, confusing, and sometimes cumbersome. But finally, motherhood is starting to fit again.
The first year and half was everything they say, watery eyes with each milestone, lots of phone calls declaring these milestones, and wondering how something so beautiful managed to use me as a portal.
Then there was a birthday. Two has brought some anxiety otherwise known as reality, into this wonderful life. A very independent, mini- fashionista, who already has a favorite color and shoe, has emerged. Which pajamas she will wear to bed is even a struggle! But these battles have taught me what is important, or more appropriately, what is not; so what they’re not P.J.s – sweatpants? – close enough. As I learn to let go of the specifics, I’m finding that year two is also everything they claim. As my greatest teacher steps into the classroom, let the learning begin.