On Becoming a Mommy...and Turning 31

Back when I was living a life of pure, unbridled hedonism, people would always tell me how having a child would change my life. There were so many things I couldn't understand then... For instance:

  • Why someone would put their child's photo as their own Facebook profile picture
  • Why anyone would EVER want to listen to Pandora Toddler radio
  • How analyzing poopy diapers could be a fun-filled science experiment - kind of the same experience as watching a NOVA documentary
  • Why people thought it was appropriate to pull out their iPhones and show me every bloody picture taken of their child since birth
  • How giving up my life as a 9-5er could be such an easy decision
  • How cuddling with an infant for hours could be considered entertaining in any way
  • Why people with small children would decline invitations to do anything after 7pm
  • How people could forget their own birthdays because they were just "too busy focusing on the baby"
  • How quacking like a duck and blowing raspberries on my daughter's belly while baking zucchini bread - barefoot in the kitchen - could be so much dang fun
  • Why those with children felt that something as menial as getting laundry done equaled a wildly productive day
  • How sleep deprivation can, in fact, cause a person to lose her mind and run into things
  • Why someone would think a photo of their baby sleeping with a cat (see above) was the BEST. THING. EVER.

...and that raising a child is the absolutely most difficult...and most rewarding...thing a person can do.

But now, I understand all of it.

The past few months have definitely been a struggle for me - and not in an "oh-my-god-i-haven't-slept-in-days-and-my-hair-is-a-mess" kind of way; no, I've been struggling with changing my priorities from making money and living a career-oriented life to being the first thing this precious little one sees when she wakes up in the morning. I guess I never really thought being a stay-at-home mom would be that hard, but I've learned that it's the hardest job a person can have.

...and I wouldn't change it for the world.

Today, on my 31st birthday, I am in awe of the past year. We purchased and moved into a new house. We had a sewer line installed (not sure if I would rather go through this or giving birth again). I learned how to knit, and I'm obsessed. We formed business partnerships that will change our future path in life. And we gave birth to the most beautiful and important thing in our lives - Harper.

So, 30, I salute you. You were one hell of a year. I can't wait to see all the firsts that 31 brings - first giggles, first teeth, first steps and first words, to name a few.

Here are a few fun shots from 30:

And since the best day of my life, June 5, 2011:

It's only going to get better!

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