Maybe they’re born with it.
You know, the little girls who play with Barbies or doll babies non-stop. The ones who mimic their own moms and boss their little siblings around as if they have some sort of authority. They are natural caretakers and, quite possibly, mini control freaks (No offense). They are just natural born “mothers” – and their mannerisms and gestures say it all.
On the other hand, you have girls like me. Playing with Barbies was literally painful. Changing outfits, styling hair, trying to put those God-awful shoes on a plastic foot that has no business even wearing shoes was complete torture. For me, playing kickball, hide and seek, or throwing a baseball in the street with my dad was where it was at.
I was a tomboy, through and through.
I loved being outdoors and getting dirty was a way of life! Worrying about anyone other than myself was foreign to me. After all, that’s what big sisters were for.
My sister was always the more practical one. The tidy one, you might say.
On any given day, you knew she took a shower but, with me, you’d have to flip a coin. She’d go shopping with my mom, she’d iron her own clothes, and she was the one who would come outside to get me when it was time for dinner.
She was grooming herself for motherhood while I was trying to figure out how many friends I could haul on my handlebars (two is the max, btw).
It came as no surprise that my sister was married and had two (adorable) little girls by the time she was 30. She had her life in order and was an amazing mom! On the other hand, at 30, I was still trying to see how many friends I could haul on my handlebars! Ok, so not literally but figuratively. I was still out having fun and trying to decide if I would ever be capable of supporting another human life.
Would I be good at it? Did I have what it takes? I always thought kids were cute but I also liked my freedom AND clean house!
Fast forward two years. At the age of 32, I met the most amazing man. For the first time, I saw myself the way some girls see themselves their entire life. I could envision myself caring for another human life, practicing some degree of authority, and being somewhat of a control freak. Ok, maybe the control freak part came a little more naturally than I’d like to admit. But anyways, you catch my drift.
On July 24, 2014 at 5:31 pm, I underwent the most amazing transformation of my life.
My husband, Tyler, and I became parents to the most beautiful baby boy we had ever seen! Our hearts were filled with more love than we ever thought possible! And suddenly, every selfish part of our existence suddenly vanished. Nothing else really mattered. My whole purpose was a whopping 7 lbs 5 oz and 21 inches long. My heart was now on the outside of my body, wrapped in swaddled cloth. It was at that moment that I knew my answer…
“To Be or Not To Be….?”
ABSOLUTELY!!!
