Recently, I was honored to play baby. I laid on the floor as Nora put a blanket over top me while she and Weston patted my back. As they finished getting me to sleep, I told them to lie down so they could play my babies. To which Nora responded; “Mom, are you pretending to be the mom?"
Ah, yes, Nora! Every day for almost three years, I have been pretending to be the mom.
When both of my kids are sick and throwing up simultaneously, I pretend.
When sleep deprivation’s effects take over, I pretend.
When someone is funny and / or cute when they are supposed to be in trouble, I pretend.
When my toddler agrees to wear undies but not to pee on the potty, I pretend.
When toddler tantrums seem to escalate by the day, I pretend.
When one bout of illness fades into the next and scary thoughts run through my head, I pretend.
And, when my heart expands by the day with not only love but the most immense pride in my two littles achieving new, hard things, I pretend I was prepared for it all!