About 55 days ago, I became a mom.
But not that mom.
That mom can be a good thing. It can mean you make perfect cupcakes, drop your kids off on time, you don't get sweaty when you exercise - oh...wait....you don't exercise - because that mom doesn't have to exercise. Her metabolism is just that fabulous.
Or, that mom can be the other end of the spectrum. Either the mom who can't be bothered to try to corral her kids at the store, or who takes her infant to WalMart at 3 am.
Two months into this, I'm trying to sort out what kind of mom I'll be. I know I won't be the perfect-haired, on time, miracle momma. And I know I don't want to be ther other kind. So for now, I'm just not that mom.
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