From the featured blog, Snakes & Snails & Puppy Dog Tales
When my husband and I decided to have a baby and I got pregnant, I thought I fully understood my responsibilities as a mother. I was prepared for sleepless nights, poopy diapers, being squirted in the face with pee-pee, my television being permanently stuck on the cartoon network, having a tummy that would forever look like a dried prune, stretch marks, grocery store tantrums and therefore public humiliation. I figured it all came with the territory and I had accepted my fate. But to my surprise, motherhood was a little easier than expected and for the most part, none of the above came to fruition (with the exception of the poopy diapers….unfortunately there’s no way around that one!)
So when Jack decided to be less like my son and more like Jackie Chan, I was taken by surprise. Even though I was fully prepared for all that I listed above, I was not prepared for broken bones….and I don’t mean Jack’s broken bones. My son did the all too familiar head butting action, which any mother of a toddler is familiar with; however he managed to break my nose. So as I lay, rolling on the floor with tears streaming down my throbbing and broken face, my first thought was “I didn’t sign up for this!”
But, if I have learned one thing, it is to expect the unexpected. I never know what’s going to happen next and my son continues to amaze me everyday. Although, for the sake of my health, I wish he would leave the karate moves to Jackie Chan!