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Every once in a while, I have these moments where I go, "Hey, I'm someone's mom. Cool!"
These moments are inevitably followed by a moment of panic where I go, "Crap, I'm someone's mom!" and wonder what on earth I've gotten myself into.
Then I pray to God that I will only screw my kid up in ways that are either fun or easy to fix and I apologize in advance to Bear for all the ways in which I'm going to fail as a parent.
Then he makes a noise like a tiny crushed ice machine with no teeth and drools on me.
(Speaking of being someone's mom, my Mama had surgery on a leg fracture today. Everything went well, and she's doing fine, but if anyone could spare some prayers, good vibes, or what have you for a swift recovery, I'd appreciate it.)
These moments are inevitably followed by a moment of panic where I go, "Crap, I'm someone's mom!" and wonder what on earth I've gotten myself into.
Then I pray to God that I will only screw my kid up in ways that are either fun or easy to fix and I apologize in advance to Bear for all the ways in which I'm going to fail as a parent.
Then he makes a noise like a tiny crushed ice machine with no teeth and drools on me.
(Speaking of being someone's mom, my Mama had surgery on a leg fracture today. Everything went well, and she's doing fine, but if anyone could spare some prayers, good vibes, or what have you for a swift recovery, I'd appreciate it.)