In those 18 years, we’ve had the opportunity to do some amazing things: We’ve lived in small towns and big cities, both domestically and abroad; owned and sold a house; graduated from college; had careers; worked in various churches; hosted parties with dear friends; camped and hiked; and much, much more. A lot has been packed into our time together. Our lives were full before; now, even more so. Cooper adds a most wonderful chapter in our story.
Now that the little guy is here, I really am enjoying being a mom. (Can you tell by the fact that I can’t seem to write about anything else?) In contemplating all this mommyhood stuff, I am remembering the things that I promised myself I would never do if I became a mom. Ever.
You know how little kids get stuff on their faces? What does a mom do to get it off? She licks her finger and wipes it off, right? To me, that has always been disgusting. For all of these years I have told myself that I would never do that. It’s just plain gross.
Fast-forward to Day Six of Cooper’s life. We’re going to the embassy to file Cooper’s passport paperwork. We step out of the car, and I realize that he’s got crusty, dried milk on his face. Clearly we can’t meet our country's official representatives with our child looking like this. So what do I do?