I never imagined....

Ya know, looking back on my 22.87 years, I never though I would be where I am now.

Ok--so maybe that was a little dramatic, I mean in the big scheme of life 22 years is whatever, but right now...this is probably a big deal.

So ok, I didn't think I would have a kid so young. Wasn't sure if I would ever  be a mother.  Didn't think I would marry so young. Wasn't sure if I ever wanted to be a wife. But....the beard hair on the sink and the action figure I found in the crisper seem to indicate that I am both.

Sometimes I can't help but laugh at who I once was. I remember caring so much about what I wore and how I looked. Now, if I can make it through a day without little cookie crumb hand prints on my back it is a victory. I remember being so embarrassed by forgetting my locker combination and being so late for class that I walked into the wrong room and it took 15 minutes before I realized it. Now, when Keygen runs so fast in the store that his diaper falls down his leg and he proceeds to try to stuff it on a shelf..I just sigh and store it away to tell his girlfriends about. I remember being so impatient with everything. Long lines, sitting on benches,  now that means I have a few precious moments away from potty cheering and folding clothes. Yes, waiting is good. EXCEPT, when we wait on Reed to get out of class and Keygen runs up to any man (and one girl that looked questionable) and says "Pappa? Are you my Pappa?" Most people breezed on by, but one guy looked worried. Probably the best birth control he has come across in a long time. I guess the biggest change is time. I vaguely remember sleeping in, staying up, and being on youtube for hours. Now, my time is not my own. I am accompanied to every bathroom break, I have to stumble over little feet as I try to cook dinner, and I have my own personal alarm clock that seems to go off as soon as his little eyes catch a the smallest hint of daylight. Now, my time is those 20 minutes showers that Reed doesn't understand because, as he boasts, it only takes him 8. Ahh, but even in those precious minutes there is the inevitable little knock at the door. "Mamma gotta poop."

But you know, even though sometimes I miss my old self, there is something about finger painting Keygen's bedroom decor, knowing every word to Toy Story 3 by heart, and dancing around with Keygen and Reed to MC Hammer's Too Legit, that reminds me that it just doesn't get any better than that. And besides, someone has to teach Reed some moves.........Keygen is a very patient teacher.