Over the years I’ve noticed a shift in my perspective. Before I had kids, I pictured what it would be like to have babies, but I never knew that these babies would grow to be such extraordinary people. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to parent a 5, 10 or 12-year-old. And I certainly never expected that raising my girls would in many ways undo me and mend me at the same time. My children, without even trying, have unearthed various character flaws in my life, as well as calling out the very best parts of my true self. Being a mom does not define me, yet it fills up every square inch inside me, like water does not define the pitcher it is poured into, but fills up every available space within it.
“I luv my famulee,” and “I luv you Mama Baudouin.”
~Becky Baudouin lives in the Northwest Suburbs with her husband, Bernie, and their three daughters. She blogs regularly at beckyspen.blogspot.com