I don’t know if it counts for her official first words, but this morning lil g greeted us with a ddddadadada and a mmmamamamaaaa. They were long, drawn out and possibly the cutest words I have ever heard spoken. They seemed appropriately used (one for Jay and the other for me), but then I heard her greet her breakfast with similar sounding words…. hmmmm… Regardless, it made me weep inside.

I doubt anything could have prepared me for becoming a mama. I read books. I babysat. I taught kids. However hard I imagined having my own – it just seemed so far away. Pregnancy tried to help me get ready, but ended up being more of a strange time with foreign cravings in an unfamiliar body that it didn’t really do much in terms of prepping. Holding a new baby nudged the reality a little closer, although for the first while it just felt like I was pretending to be a mom.

Over the last few months I have begun to find my rhythm, my style. I have begun to acquaint myself with this new side of me, slowing building a relationship with my new found identity as “mom”. Something solidified this morning hearing those words. For lil g, there is no pretending… I am her mom and always will be. And for that I feel truly blessed and deeply grateful.

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