When my little human is trying to get one over on me, I rely on a slightly creepy line to get the upper hand.
乌鸦传媒淚 know what you乌鸦传媒檙e doing, baby,乌鸦传媒� I say. 乌鸦传媒淚 know and see everything. You used to live in me. It乌鸦传媒檚 part of the deal.乌鸦传媒�
At that point he fesses up and expresses wonder at my omniscience.
He乌鸦传媒檚 a pretty smart kid, so I should have suspected he乌鸦传媒檇 adapt.
When he乌鸦传媒檚 trying to give me guff, he now says 乌鸦传媒淚 know (add whatever grounds for battle four-year-olds find here), mummy. I used to live in you. I know everything.乌鸦传媒�
This familial trait to boast all-knowingness even occurs when discussing memories made before he arrived.
乌鸦传媒淭hat was when I was an egg, so I was there, too,乌鸦传媒� he乌鸦传媒檚 said about everything from an apartment I once lived in to trips to far off locales I乌鸦传媒檝e made, blissfully unaware I was less solo than I thought.
There乌鸦传媒檚 something comforting about him wanting to have seen every moment of my world with me. But I wonder how much of who I am today that he乌鸦传媒檒l really know or see as he gets older. Also what parts of who I am will recede or expand as time marches on.
Motherhood, by necessity, changes us.
There乌鸦传媒檚 one picture of my own mother from the days before my memory starts that always captures my imagination.
She乌鸦传媒檚 young and confident, free from the shackles of the family she took on early and the hair-calming products she dearly needed. She was unmarked by the triumph and failures that followed and the wrinkles that now form in different sectors of her face depending on displeasure or happiness.
The woman in this faded old photo is and isn乌鸦传媒檛 my mom in equal measure and that is neither good or bad.
But the dichotomy between mum and woman seems all the more interesting now that I have my own little human.
There乌鸦传媒檚 a strong desire to turn myself inside out for my little know-it-all乌鸦传媒攖o make sure he understands me and I understand him as he starts to get his bearings in his own world. At the same time, I want to maintain whatever it is that is unique to me, which is completely at odds with being turned inside out.
Motherhood is a beautiful head-wrecker, an adventure that only four years in I乌鸦传媒檝e come to realize can乌鸦传媒檛 be mapped out or summed up in one Hallmark card occasion, like we乌鸦传媒檙e getting this weekend.
So, while there乌鸦传媒檚 nothing wrong in a little forced adulation, I just want to say乌鸦传媒 know what you乌鸦传媒檙e doing moms. And even on days when it seems like it乌鸦传媒檚 not going that well, it乌鸦传媒檚 pretty amazing.
Happy Mother乌鸦传媒檚 Day.
