I guess I’m a pretty skeptical and distrusting person, because I got a call from my friend yesterday, while I was enroute to my parents house. We ended up having the opportunity to see each other. I found out she’s got a little girl about a week and a half younger than the Mini.
I’ve been talking to a lot of people from my past. I think they all agree I was a pretty fucked up person at one point. Awesome.
And while sometimes I probably seem like a neurotic freak a lot of the time, I’d like to think that motherhood has changed me for the better. Among the obvious things of it making you more patient and less selfish, it actually has helped me to focus on the little things. Enjoying a coy mischievous smile, or making him laugh. As stressful as everything has been over the last year and a half, I’d like to think that I’ve found my zen.
I’d like to think that motherhood suits me. Even if it’s not apparent.