Before I was a mother, I thought women who said things like "My kids are my whole world" must have pretty sad lives.
I thought it must be a drag to have to think of someone else's needs before your own all the time.
I thought my career defined me.
I didn't understand all the fuss about breastfeeding and why women would ever want to continue it for more than a year.
I cared about suffering children, but I didn't physically ache every time I heard about a child who was abused, starving, suffering from a disease, or abandoned.
I didn't know that spending a Friday night making stacks of paper cups and watching a toddler knock them down could be a really great night.
I didn't know baby kisses could be the most memorable kisses of my life.
I hated pink.
Shopping really wasn't my thing. I had no idea it could be so much fun to shop for things for my child.
I didn't understand that all the gross things kids do aren't gross when they're your kids.
I didn't know that I could go days without sleep and not even be mad at the person who made me go days without sleep.
I didn't know how what an honor it would be to have someone give you complete trust, to feel that little body "let go" and fall asleep in your arms.
I didn't realize how deeply I could love.