Mom

 It's starting to boggle me that in less than 10 weeks I'll be a new mommy. I mean, sheesh...Who the heck okay'd that plan?! The good news, though, is that I did learn from the best.

My mom is my best friend (no, seriously). She's my shopping buddy, my teaching partner, my confidant, and my biggest supporter. I have her at all my most important life events not because she's my mom and she has to be, but because she's my friend and I just want her there.

That's not to say we haven't had our moments. We had some fairly impressive knock-down-drag-outs back in the day. But, we lived. And? I think we love each other more because of it. Well, most of the time.

My mom sometimes gets the short end of the stick, I think. She's the parent who takes on the worrying, the one who lies awake at night problem solving for the world, she's the lady who can't take a nap because "how can I rest when the floors look like THAT?" But you know, things get done because of her. People get loved, problems get solved, and I must say, her floors really are damn clean.

When I learned we had a diagnosed infertility issue, my mom was the first person I called. No sooner did I hear, "Hey Sis" on the other end of the line, my tears started. She let me cry, and cried along with me. She didn't tell me it would all be fine, but did tell me she would make it okay. And she did. With shopping therapy, of course.

Telling my parents we were pregnant was incredible - my mom started yelling, "Seriously? SERIOUSLY?!" (No mom, this is all a joke in terrible taste...) There were more tears, but so different this time. What wasn't different? The shopping therapy. Hey, therapy can be for good things too. My mom taught me that.

I can't believe I'm going to be a mom. I can't believe I'm going to be the one doing the holding versus the one being held:

 

I know things won't always be easy, and I know I'll have "Mom Moments" where I can't find the answers, can't fix the problems, can't meet all the needs, and can't rest because "HAVE YOU SEEN THE DAMN FLOORS?!?!" But, I know I'll be okay. Because there's always shopping therapy. And there's always my mom.