Good people, I have died. Because my heart asploded.
There are a lot of parenting moments that I dreamt up in my head before I actually become a parent. I thought that things will be a certain way. And sometimes, to my delight, they are. Only they are better than anything my imagination could have dreamt up.
I can remember folding his clothes on top of my pregnant belly thinking “Ohmygosh it will be so fun to dress this little bebeh.” Or “Squeeeeee, these hooded bath towels are the BEST. He will be such a clean, squishy dumpling. I can’t wait.”
These fluffy little baby moments certainly do happen. But being a mom thus far, I have learned that most of the day is made up of moments that I could hardly have predicted. Many are less fluffy than the cuteness of dressing a freshly bathed babe. And of course some stretches of the day are just tough.
So, if you are sitting in a half decorated nursery, folding baby socks and dreaming of putting little toes into these socks, don’t let anyone poop on your parade. These moments aren’t just the stuff that dreams are made of. They happen. They will not make up your ENTIRE day. But they will punctuate your most trying days with bursts of happy that will give you fuel to get through the poo. True story.