I've had a bunch of people ask me what it's like to be a parent. That's a hard question to answer because it's a mixed bag of tricks. It's fun to stare at my baby; it's frustrating when she's crying and I just fed, changed, and burped her; I love watching Chris with her--seeing how much he adores his little girl; she makes me cry she's so precious, and she makes me sigh with impatience when she wants to eat for 30 minutes (I wish I were better at relaxing and enjoying the moment).
On the way to church Sunday, Chris asked me if I felt older. I don't know if I feel older, but definitely more responsible. Life is no longer about what I want to do when I want to do it (obviously you have to adjust somewhat when you get married, but at least then there is a discussion--there is no discussion with Haven). We are now on Haven time. That means it takes us 3 times as long to get ready in the morning, especially if a diaper malfunctions. We may even be in the car to leave and if she's not digging it, then we're not leaving the driveway. I plan my day around when she's asleep and when she's awake. Trying to be home at 7 p.m. regardless of where I am and how much I'm enjoying it to start the evening winding down process is new too. And, if I get 10 minutes in the bathtub at night before she starts telling me how tired and hungry she is, I'm a lucky girl.
But, it's all worth it when just two seconds ago I heard her stirring in the other room, and I went to investigate. I spoke to her, and she gave me a big smile. So far I'm just a meal ticket, but that's OK if I get a grin out of it.