Before I became a mom, I swore up and down that I wouldn’t be one of those moms. You know….the ones that talk about their kids all day, every day. The mom that pretty much falls out of the social scene because she’d rather be at home. Or the mom that posts pictures of her daughter all over facebook, even if it’s just yet another photo of her laying on her tummy.
Oh no – I was going to be the mom who kept up with the girls, went out for dinner and a movie…maybe even on a quick business trip. I’d keep up with my 5-6 mile runs, 4x a week. I’d go to the gym on the days I wasn’t running. I’d still have time to play tennis or ride my bike.
Who was I kidding?
Turns out I am one of those moms. I LOVE talking about my baby. She just happens to always be at the forefront of my mind. She over takes every single one of my senses and keeps me absolutely engaged into her.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Luckily, she’s getting bigger and stronger so I can take her along with me now on long walks or spend an afternoon in the park with her. And truly, I don’t feel like I’m missing out any more. I’m so fortunate that I’ve lived my life. I’ve danced the night away; Traveled the world; jumped off mountains and flown through trees. There’s nothing that I just have to do. This is her time now. My adventures now involves watching her grow….seeing her explore her own world and discover the life around her…watching her personality shape into the perfect mix of mommy and daddy.
But speaking of jumping off mountains…..I just had to post this little memory.
Oy now I now how my mom felt every single time I went on one of my adventures. LOL I hope Malia has her daddy’s sense to keep her feet planted on solid ground.
And how about another Malia picture….. 🙂