I just read something that made me want to cry (yeah, yeah, I know – I’m pregnant, lots of things make me want to cry – but this is really good), and I thought this was a good place to share it. It’s a piece from a so-called “mommy blogger” – one who is imagining how she’ll look back at motherhood 20 years from now. I totally get where this mom is coming from: I, too, sometimes want to sit or lie or just get a little break from Zoe (who, admittedly, isn’t even that clingy of a child but can still be demanding), but then I try to remind myself how lucky I am. Zoe won’t be two forever, after all, and I’ll probably really miss Zoe’s “huggies” and toddler demands twenty years from now. It’s a good thing to remember.

“If 55-year-old me could go back and be 35-year-old me again, I think that 55-year-old me would a) be really psyched to not have so many wrinkles, and b) do some things a little differently. For example: my son is 2 years old. He whines a lot, and he’s going through a super clingy phase. He always wants me to pick him up, he’ll only let me put him to bed, and I can’t escape his room without a minimum of 40 hugs before he’ll lie down in his crib. Now, this stuff drives me insane, especially when I’m starving and want to eat dinner and he’s yelling for me to come back into his room to give him his forty-seventh hug, or when I’m trying to talk on the phone to my editor and he’s crying and screaming, “Uppy, mommy, uppy,” at the top of his lungs. But then I think about 55-year-old me. Fifty-five year old me would probably kill for the chance to pick up her son (who, let’s not forget, is now 22), and have him wrap his arms around her neck and squeeze her so hard that she very nearly loses consciousness.”

-M

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