Who used to think I was a tough chick, and who now gets choked up every time I see my kids holding hands?
Who remembers the days when I wouldn’t dream of leaving the house before 10 pm to go out, but now looks at the clock when the phone rings that late and wonders what kind of people make phone calls at this hour?
Who wonders (sometimes) if Moms groups aren’t just another form of the high school social hierarchy?
Who hopes my kids didn’t inherit the weirdness (from both parents) that is most likely running rampant through their bloodstreams?
Who loves my kids more than anything in the world, would never change a thing about having them…but would possibly part with a toe or other small, non-crucial body part to just live a couple days of my life from a few years ago.. just to remember?
Who is torn between being a super-protective Mother Bear mom, and just letting my kids be kids and have fun without worrying about every little issue?
Who thinks that maybe even 18 month olds can start to pick up my sarcasm so maybe I should cut back a little?
Who agonizes over how on earth I am going to teach my kids the skills to avoid making the mistakes I’ve made in my life?
Who worries about her kids watching too much TV, but cherishes the couch/TV/snuggle-time before bed every night?
Who feels like she is in a time warp since her kids were born? (I blinked, and they went from 4 pounds, to 24 pounds)
Who is really not sure how, when, or why I got where I am right now… but I’m glad I did?