Becoming Mom

I don’t remember much about the seconds following my daughter’s birth. The chaos of the moment blurs the memory, but I do vividly recall hearing my mom whisper, “Erin, you have a baby. You’re a mom.”

Excuse me, what?

I had 25 years to prepare for this moment — not to mention the nine months where I had an actual due date on the calendar — but I suddenly felt overwhelmed and utterly unprepared.

“You’re a mom.” As if my motherhood was born alongside Nicole. If only it were that easy — as black and white as her birth certificate.
Born: 8:25 p.m.
Erin becomes a mom: 8:26 p.m.

Yet, here I am 13 months after I was pronounced a mom, and I still have absolutely no idea what that means. Deep down I’m still that frightened woman in the delivery room wondering what I just got myself into.

Perhaps the best I can do is just take baby steps every day along with Nicole. Some days are better than others, but each one is filled with thousands of those little moments that are occasionally humiliating, at times fulfilling and often just plain ridiculous.

So, let’s share those mommy moments together and take a minute Just4Mom each Tuesday and Thursday. Don’t be shy — I want to hear your thoughts, opinions and stories, too, as we dig into what it means to be a mom.

So, when did you first truly feel like a mom?

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