Becoming a mother is like going on safari; becoming one with my inner animal.
I am the mama bear; growling, charging, rising up on my hairy haunches at those who come between me and my cub.
I am also the mama bear in that lack of shower time has given me hairy haunches.
I am the elephant; calling on the other ladies in my herd to look after my calf when I just need to go out and well….be an elephant.
I have been the kangaroo…..
And alas the proverbial cow.
I have been known to groom my entire family like a chimp.
And tended to my nest; sitting patiently on my egg.
I have grown claws. I have been known to howl, chirp, bark and snap. Fortunately, for all involved, I have yet to bite…..today.
I do try to be somewhat human; speak in complete sentences; plan ahead, schedule, find clean clothing that does not contain baby funk. In my balance between wild mama and socialized mama however, I have learned that no matter what is going on in our civilized, humane world, there is nothing more primal than a two year old having a tantrum. Diapers will still explode at inopportune times, children will still projectile vomit and nursing breasts do not care if you’re wearing cashmere.
Civilized? We’re a tribe of crazy monkeys.
On Mother's Day, go to www.getbornmag.com/blog for a special message about becoming a mother from editor Heather Janssen AND be entered for free, fabulous schwag to splurge your fabulous self from participating get born advertisers. (Sneak peeks here, here and here.)