Math is not my forte.
Anyroad, my daughter is getting married in a couple of days. This is one of those Memorable Moments in a parent's life, along with first step, first word, successful potty training and the day when they're old enough you can say "fuck" in front of them and not apologize and tell them never to say that word. It feels weird and wonderful at the same time, just like it did when the above things happened. (Except the "fuck" thing, that was just a relief.)
Like a lot of people (I'm guessing) I was not prepared for how life-changing having kids is. I knew it would be a lot work, and a lot of happiness and a lot of worry and a lot of joy, but I felt like I became a different person when I became a mom. I viewed life from a whole new angle all of a sudden. Things I used to care about (world politics, economic sanctions, blowout sales at Macy's) didn't matter to me anymore and I found myself wondering who the guest would be on Sesame Street that day and if Huggies were really better than Pampers. (Before I got pregnant a Huggie was a foamish thing you put around your beer to keep it cold.) It wasn't even a conscious decision--it just happened and I never gave it a second thought.
Okay, I know none of this is funny or earth shattering, And it sort of repeats my earlier blog on parenting, just not written as well. But it's still true. And that adorable Shirley Temple look-a-like that used to sing "The Farmer in the Den" and make me catch fireflies for her and put them in a jar before she went to sleep and watched "Sleeping Beauty" for hours on end is getting married on Sunday. That's a BFD. I love being a mom.