Before I was Mama, life was certainly easier. It wasn't always peaches and cream, and it certainly had its fair share of juggling of tasks and chores and multiple priorities, but the tasks, chores, and priorities were, in hindsight, quite manageable.
Before I was Mama, I ate peaceful dinners, at the table with Jake or in front of E! News, catching up on the day's latest celeb gossip. I had plenty of time for reading, and was able to zip through The Hunger Games or Twilight trilogies in a matter of days. Before I was Mama, I never woke up in the middle of the night. Like, ever. I slept in almost every weekend day, until times that will remain unnamed because they were so luxurious and verging on shameful. I was always caught up on my TV shows - the DVR rarely had a long list of things yet to watch. I went out to Happy Hours, late night drinks, dinner, and movies with friends on a whim.
One summer, before I was Mama, we attended like 14 weddings. We attended multiple weddings in one weekend, and almost half of the weddings were out of town.
Our living room was clutter free (for the most part) and getting the house in order was a linear, focused task. Our dog was our biggest responsibility, and also the most spoiled and received the most attention from us and from any guest who came to visit.
Before I was Mama, I could spend 2 hours on Facebook or reading blogs with little to no guilt.
Naps happened when I felt like it, not during the scheduled 2-3 hour time block when the babies are asleep. Dinners out were peaceful, uninterrupted and unrushed. House projects were quicker, and we had less trouble fitting them in on the weekends.
Baths. I took a lot of baths. Uninterrupted, quiet baths in hot water with the door closed.
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Mother's Day is, to some, a Hallmark holiday. But to me, it's a beautiful spring day, to celebrate my own mom and all the moms in my life, and to relish in the fact that I get to be a mama.
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Because before I was Mama, I didn't hear tiny feet running through the house on Saturday morning. I wasn't awakened with a big curly mop in my face and eskimo kisses galore. I didn't know the sweetness of holding tiny hands in the Target parking lot, knowing my job is to keep them safe.
Before I was Mama, I didn't get excited to cuddle up under a blankie with my 2-year-old around 8pm any night of the week, to watch a Minnie Mouse rerun.
Before I was Mama, my heart didn't sing when she pretended to count six eyes on her sister's face (and actually count correctly, in order). I didn't get excited over matching shapes and naming colors correctly. I didn't giggle over the imperfectly perfect pronunciations of "armpit," "too big," "cinnamon roll," "Doc McStuffins" and "pizzapie."
I didn't long for afternoon walks and cuddles at bedtime and know that today was going to be a good day just because my daughter gave me a hug and kiss goodbye. I didn't marvel at her wit, her sense of humor and her ability to negotiate and reason on a daily basis: "one more..." while tilting her head, holding one finger up and smiling.
Before I was Mama, I wasn't impressed by the little things that are actually big things, like my daughter's ability to connect where Dada goes: "Work" and why he goes there: "Money." How does she pick up on this?!
Before I was Mama, I was probably more consumed with achievement and status, having nice things and appearing more put together than I'd like to admit. Now I am all-consumed with the experience, the moments, the time together. If we really think about it, the best parts of our lives are made up of time, moments, memories in the making.
It's truly because of these two souls that I've shifted my focus and am making sure my life counts every single minute I possibly can. This post isn't perfect and may be slightly disorganized, but my littlest one is crying for me and for now, it feels good enough. Before I was Mama, the phrase "good enough" rarely crossed my lips, but gosh, it feels liberating to let it happen now.