Best slice of wisdom a nurse at the hospital shared with me the morning after I gave birth: “You aren’t a mother when the baby is born – you become a mother.”
I had been crying for the third time that day — the shaking kind of crying that only happens when hormones are involved — because I couldn’t figure out how to replicate the “hospital blanket swaddle” — a telltale sign that I would prove a dismal failure at motherhood.
I asked her how long it takes to “become” a mother. She promised me it would happen in two weeks.
“You wake up in two weeks and, all of a sudden, you know how to be her mommy.”
Two weeks. I could handle waiting two weeks.