Have you ever had one of those moments where you realize that something is really real even after a long time of living it?
Yesterday Rachel and I were eating lunch and she asked me a question--I think she wanted her toast cut or something--and I fulfilled her request happily and then kept eating my lunch. All of a sudden I thought, "I'm a Mom! When did that happen?" Uh, over 2 years ago, dummy!
Sometimes when I look at her I know she is my daughter and we are forever related, but sometimes the whole "this is my kid for the rest of my life" aspect doesn't always sink in. I know I'm supposed to take care of her and love her--which I do more than I ever thought possible, but sometimes it still seems like she's just some kid that's always around.
This happened all the time when I was first married. I'd go home to our apartment after work and start to make dinner when Spencer would get home. I knew he was coming home and we would eat and spend time together, but sometimes it would just hit me and I'd say to myself, "Whoa! You really are married!" I think it took me about 2 and 1/2 years for the reality to really sink in.
I guess if I follow this same pattern Rachel will almost be 3 by the time I can fully accept that I'm really a mom! How about you? Did it soak it right away or do you still have these moments?