It seems strange to think that I am the mother of a 4-year-old. Except that it doesn’t.
Annika’s birthday was two days ago, but we were too busy celebrating and I didn’t find time to write a post.
With each passing year I become more and more comfortable with the idea that I’m a mom. Since I never planned on having children, and at some point had determined that I never would, motherhood came as a surprise to me. It was not something I ever really envisioned except in minor flashes and never really with any real attachment to the idea.
So, I got used to the idea while it was happening.
I can sum it up best with a (loosely paraphrased) quote from an old and dear friend who, when her oldest son was a toddler, used to say, “Sometimes it freaks me out that I’m the one in charge!”
Whether you planned for children or not, however, I’m guessing it’s a feeling most parents have from time to time.
Even though I never planned for it, I’m enjoying it. And as the moments come along, I do my best to savor them and collect them.
This is a recent favorite memory. Annika tells a ghost story.
Be warned, it is terrifying!