|Just one week old, Cate had already changed my life and made me a momma. May 13, 2007.|
I became a mother a week before my first Mother’s Day. Our new family of three spent the first eight nights of our newborn daughter’s life away from home — one in a hospital room and the next seven in a Comfort Suites room — while we waited for the green light from folks in Indianapolis, Indiana, and Frankfort, Kentucky, who were signing and mailing and filing interstate adoption paperwork.
But it’s here in real life that I’m really a momma. Yes, that baby girl came into my life, rocked my priorities and perception of how I thought things would be, and made me a momma. That’s quite a feat for a baby girl who didn’t talk or walk and barely weighed 8 pounds, but I haven’t been the same since 8:54 p.m. May 6, 2007.
That baby girl turned 6 six days ago and has a 3 1/2-year-old brother who adores her. We have stayed in more hotels, visited with more friends, eaten at other restaurants, filled out more adoption paperwork, and made so many other plans since her birth.
Motherhood is about living and doing and loving and teaching and caring and adjusting, all while these little people who grow up into bigger people watching your every move. I think they aren’t listening, but they learn as I do so much more quickly than as I say, which is both good and bad. Moms pour their lives into other lives, creating a legacy that may begin in a hospital room, move to a hotel room, and overflow into real life.
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