This one time I realized I was a mother when I was feeding my first baby solids and I was all “Say Ahhhhhhhh” and then I’d open my mouth with her and chugged the spoon her way.
This is so borrrring…why does she have to eat so often? I can’t wait until she’s older and I don’t have to feed her anymore.
And then it hit me.
OMG…I’m going to have to FEED her FOREVER!
A year earlier I only worried about what *I* wanted to eat and here I was with my 7 month old baby, realizing that everyday for the rest of my life…multiple times a day…I was going to have to concern myself with what she was eating, how often she was eating, and how the food she was eating might affect her GROWTH.
Being a mom is so harrrrrd.