I’m the Mom. I’m the one with the milk on some part of my clothing. I’m the one who voluntarily and automatically does the dishes. I’m the one who hasn’t left the house without the baby. I’m the one with the post delivery hormone induced acne. I’m the one with the tiny baby fingernail claw marks on my neck.
I’m the one who when Alex is screaming and won’t chill out, can pick him up, lay him on my chest, say his name and watch him go straight to sleep, and get to snuggle with him for a couple of hours and not have to give him back.
Compromise is good.
Alex Year Two » From the Archives - Being the Mom
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