Harry & Kim

“It’s coming, it’s coming, it’s coming!” and no, it’s not what you’re thinking. Those were the final words spoken to me before I was thrust into the world of motherhood. (The last words uttered by myself resembled those of drowning kittens and therefore need not be repeated or told in my glorious re-count of childbirth.) My own wails were soon replaced with those of my infant sons and as I lay somewhere between infinite euphoria and definite possibility of passing out somehow I found myself in a moment of reflection.

I found it funny how one minute you are essentially all alone in the world and the next you are being handed something which resembles a slimey, squealing alien who knows no one but you and is entirely your own. Suddenly, I wasn’t a one woman band anymore. I had this thing, this person I would be responsible for for the rest of my days. A little human who would be with me everywhere I go.

This moment happens for women worldwide 255 times a minute. In that instant, planned or not, you’re a duck out of water. It’s like learning to walk again. You could read every baby book in the library and still be rendered clueless. It was in this moment that the next chapter of my life begun.. and I became the twenty-something mom.