Yup that is right, I passed up US Weekly,People and InTouch for the latest issue of Working Mother and it was then and there that I realized "this is the new me", I am officially a working mother and so I guess I better start reading up on how to be a cool one. That wasn't the only thing though, it was the fact that I had to put so much effort in not bombarding my hair stylist with pictures and stories and gushiness about the world's cutest, most precious and adorable child ever - Maxwell Elizabeth Gawron, because well she is (even I would put myself second now in that category)! It actually took almost every ounce of my energy to not whip out my phone and show her the hundreds of pictures I have taken since May 11th - documenting every little move and gurgle that she makes. At one point I actually thought about sitting on it just so that I wouldn't be tempted to shove it in her hairstylist face. Every question she asked I just hoped it would be able to lead back around to bring my little one back up. This wasn't because I had nothing else to talk about because I always have something to talk about that is not a question, it is just that Max was all I wanted to talk about. I don't know if it was the fact that coming back to work has made me miss her incredibly and so I need to feel connected when I am not there or if this is normal or if it is just a phase but I do know that the feelings of love were just overwhelming. It was one of the most incredible feelings ever. I walked into the house that night - with new shiny hair and didn't care if anyone noticed because I just wanted to squish up on my little girl and enjoy every second of it.
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Realizations
Today I had a big one. I know lots of things have changed and I have also tried really hard to keep as many things as I can the same but today there is one thing that was just cemented in my brain. I am a proud, in love to the moon and back Mommy. OK - don't be concerned I have always loved being a Mom and I have always loved Max. It was a pretty amazing and overwhelming feeling at first but today it hit me in this rush that made me smile from the inside out. I took a couple hours this afternoon and spent a couple dollars on myself at the beauty salon. Oh how I had missed being in that chair, looking like a fool with foils in my hair and almost falling asleep when she is scrubbing and conditioning my hair. But this feeling started well before the hair started, I walked over to the table to grab a magazine, hoping to find the trashiest one possible to catch up on some serious gossip, but when I walked over and saw the options I went straight for a new title... one that I would have never even taken a second look at up until 3 1/2 months ago - Working Mother.
Yup that is right, I passed up US Weekly,People and InTouch for the latest issue of Working Mother and it was then and there that I realized "this is the new me", I am officially a working mother and so I guess I better start reading up on how to be a cool one. That wasn't the only thing though, it was the fact that I had to put so much effort in not bombarding my hair stylist with pictures and stories and gushiness about the world's cutest, most precious and adorable child ever - Maxwell Elizabeth Gawron, because well she is (even I would put myself second now in that category)! It actually took almost every ounce of my energy to not whip out my phone and show her the hundreds of pictures I have taken since May 11th - documenting every little move and gurgle that she makes. At one point I actually thought about sitting on it just so that I wouldn't be tempted to shove it in her hairstylist face. Every question she asked I just hoped it would be able to lead back around to bring my little one back up. This wasn't because I had nothing else to talk about because I always have something to talk about that is not a question, it is just that Max was all I wanted to talk about. I don't know if it was the fact that coming back to work has made me miss her incredibly and so I need to feel connected when I am not there or if this is normal or if it is just a phase but I do know that the feelings of love were just overwhelming. It was one of the most incredible feelings ever. I walked into the house that night - with new shiny hair and didn't care if anyone noticed because I just wanted to squish up on my little girl and enjoy every second of it.
Yup that is right, I passed up US Weekly,People and InTouch for the latest issue of Working Mother and it was then and there that I realized "this is the new me", I am officially a working mother and so I guess I better start reading up on how to be a cool one. That wasn't the only thing though, it was the fact that I had to put so much effort in not bombarding my hair stylist with pictures and stories and gushiness about the world's cutest, most precious and adorable child ever - Maxwell Elizabeth Gawron, because well she is (even I would put myself second now in that category)! It actually took almost every ounce of my energy to not whip out my phone and show her the hundreds of pictures I have taken since May 11th - documenting every little move and gurgle that she makes. At one point I actually thought about sitting on it just so that I wouldn't be tempted to shove it in her hairstylist face. Every question she asked I just hoped it would be able to lead back around to bring my little one back up. This wasn't because I had nothing else to talk about because I always have something to talk about that is not a question, it is just that Max was all I wanted to talk about. I don't know if it was the fact that coming back to work has made me miss her incredibly and so I need to feel connected when I am not there or if this is normal or if it is just a phase but I do know that the feelings of love were just overwhelming. It was one of the most incredible feelings ever. I walked into the house that night - with new shiny hair and didn't care if anyone noticed because I just wanted to squish up on my little girl and enjoy every second of it.
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