I used to worry only about myself. I could go anywhere I wanted, anytime I wanted. I could go out and buy a new pair of jeans every week and throw money away on a cup of Starbucks each morning. I could go to Sheetz for a snack at 2 am. For that matter, I could stay up until 2 am and sleep the next day away if I wanted to.
I used to wish for things like a new car and new clothes. I used to dream about being out in the world, doing big things, doing my own thing.
Then I became a momma. Instead of new jeans, I bought diapers. Instead of my coveted coffee, formula. And somewhere along the line I learned to like real coffee, coffee straight from my own Mr Coffee.
Instead of 2 am snacks, I was up at 2 am mixing a bottle. And sleeping in the next morning was out of the question. In fact, sleeping at all seemed questionable.
Now, I wish that I could use the bathroom in peace. Let's be perfectly honest, I wish I could sit down to pee and not land in a puddle. Now, I dream about showing my little one new things, helping him to explore the world, and seeing him grow.
It's funny how a few years makes a world of difference. A few years ago, I never would have imagined my life turning out this way, but I wouldn't change it for anything.