I have resisted the idea of Mommy-Blogger. I once went to a conference, having no idea how deep and wide the Mommy Blogger identification went, I was bombarded overwhelmed by them.
But now, I am a mom. No getting around that.
I think mom thoughts, like how if we have a girl she won't date til she's 32.
I feel mom feelings, like how love is showing up in quantities I didn't know existed.
I see mom sights, like this adorable stroller I will kill for.
And so on.
But I will also never forget the other side.
I will never forget what it feels like to read someone's pregnancy announcement and cry tears of joy and longing in the same flow.
I will never forget what it feels like to see my ugly crying face in the bathroom mirror because my period came, once again.
I will never forget what it feels like to want something so bad, that without it you're not sure who you will be.
I know what it feels like to be broken, physically, spiritually, emotionally, and mentally.
I know what it feels like to be angry, at something completely out of your control.
I know what it feels like to be hurt, by a God you've ascribed your whole life to.
But I also know what it feels like to have hope. Not just because I got pregnant, but because I was always a mother. Whether in 2012 or 20 years from now, by conception or adoption.
I am someone's mother and you, all of you whose stories I've read and cried over...
You are too.