My sister and I took my daughter Cora out to lunch and to a children’s museum yesterday. Nice little Saturday. It was one of those days you wished every day of your parenting life could look like.
But I had a moment on the drive home that made me say aloud, “Yep, you’re a mom.”
I thought for sure that Cora would instantly fall asleep, but soon after I started driving, it happened: her binky fell out and was unreachable. With a 45-minute-long drive ahead of us.
Scary, right? Parents of binky-loving kiddos, can I get a what what? For my daughter anyway, getting into the car seat for a long drive after a full, busy day is a catastrophic move without her beloved “binker.”
I braced for the worst.
But to my surprise, she remained relatively happy and talkative and cute.
I smiled to myself listening to her spell her name to herself (her latest “trick”), sing little songs… and then things took a turn.
First, the dreaded sound of Velcro. Shoes were off. Then, I could see bare feet. Socks were on the car floor. And then the grunting started.
‘Of course you’re pooping now?’ I debated whether to pull over at a gas station and change her or just get home as quickly as possible.
I kept driving.
“I love you, baby girl,” I said to her from the front seat. Sure, the whole car smelled and her shoes were off and she was starting to fuss. Before I had a kid, I would have found this situation frustrating and gross, but somehow being a parent gives you a different perspective.
Was it unexpected? Sure. Surprising? No. Why? Because I’m a mom.
Update: The irony is not lost on me that immediately after posting this blog, my daughter woke up from her nap. With poop all over her hands. And face.
Yep, I’m a mom.