My mom said that when my oldest sister was born and they were wheeling her out of the hospital she kept looking around, waiting for someone to say “oh no, we were just kidding, we’re not really going to let you take that baby home.”

I’m twelve years older than my mom was then but I have the same feeling. It’s incomprehensible that all the planning, the paperwork, the seemingly endless waiting will all collide tomorrow and he’ll be here. With us.

And though Mom and I took different paths to first-time-motherhood ,at the end of the day it comes down to one moment. The moment where someone you barely know hands you a child and you become a mother.


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