Somebody That I Used to Know
I blew my kids' minds the other day. We were talking about what they wanted to be when they grew up; so far we have a couple a veterinarians (pending #2’s dream of being a professional fort night player doesn’t work out), a nurse, and Spiderman. One of the kids asked me if I always wanted to be a mom. And I told them, honestly, I did. Then they asked why I went to college if I was never going to “really work.” And here’s the part that blew their mind: I was someone before they ever met me. I was someone more than their mom. Before changing diapers, being spit-up on, cutting 100 finger and toe nails in one sitting; before I became an expert at creating a Tetris board of beach towels and bowls to catch the result of a house full of food poison-ing, before I folded 4 loads of laundry and prepared 21 meals a day (plus snacks); before I met and married their daddy, became a military wife and excelled at DITY moves, PCS, Army acronyms and growing thick skin; before all of that, I had a
