It's Easier Than You Think...

...Forgetting you're a mommy. That is, until God sprinkles in those days that hit you with reality like concrete. For instance, when you take your baby to get her two month shots and spend the next hour crying louder then she is as you rock her, wailing "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" repeatedly. Then, after the crying stops, decide to go ahead and go to Chico State to tie up lose ends before graduation. In which, after waiting an hour for your appointment in the Evaluations office, finally sit down to talk to the adviser, on cue, your daughter sets her mind to scream. She then decides to scream from one end of campus to the next. You would think more Chico State students would be familiar to the screams of a baby, after all, it does have one of the best child development programs around.

Or even the day when you take your daughter to her favorite store, Target. When in the middle of blissful shopping you smell her poopie diaper. By time you get her on the changing table in the handicapped stall, diaper half way off, you come to the realization that feeding her is the more pressing matter (one in which the entire occupants of the restroom would agree). Thus, spending the next half-hour hunched over the changing table feeding her and amazingly, finish changing her at the same time.

So, last night as my husband and I laid in bed listening to Ava coo sweetly in her sleep, he posed this question to me:

Do you feel more like a mother, or more like a wife?

Honestly? I just feel like me.