I got candy for Mother’s Day. Lots and lots of candy. As much candy as I could carry. It was great! In case you were wondering, I love candy. I live for candy. I could eat candy and only candy all day with a little meal at night to balance all of the sweetness. Gummi bears, SweetTarts, Snickers – I just can’t get enough. In the past, Seth has even mentioned staging an intervention. He quickly discarded that idea when he turned around to find me holding a butcher knife to his neck.
Okay, not really. I love candy, but not enough to threaten my husband with a knife. Although I did meet him at the door with a gun once…but that’s a different story for a different day.
Do you know what the best part about Mother’s Day was? That I am a mother.
Anyone who has known me for a while probably knows that I swore up and down that I never wanted to get married, let alone have kids. I think you can figure out for yourself how that worked out. In my defense, I had no idea that the wild little boy I knew when I was 3 would grow up to be so perfect (and he had no idea that he would marry the dorky homeschooler with pink plastic glasses).
After being married for a couple of years we started talking about kids. Seth thought we should maybe have one and I thought we should maybe have none. I liked kids, but I was pretty sure that I did not want the complete responsibility that would come with having children of my own. Not only that, the whole pregnancy and childbirth thing really had me freaked out.
Although pregnancy and childbirth still freak me out a little the end result was completely worth every second (and I’m not talking about the candy).