We've come a long way

I started scrapbooking in 1996. Here is a layout I did in about 1998 or 1999. Now, in all fairness, this is how everyone was scrapping at that time.

And, yes, that's what I was doing eight years ago this week - giving birth to my youngest. Our favorite little artist had a birthday, and he's now eight years old.

When I was younger I just assumed that at some point, I would become a mom. It wasn't as big a deal to me as it was to some of my friends who said they had always imagined themselves pregnant or caring for infants and could hardly wait for the day when it finally happened. To me, it was just something that happened in the natural sequence of life events. You graduated from high school, graduated from college, got married, had a baby, etc. And, I was more than happy to wait for it to happen.

What I did imagine, however, was that someday I would be sewing cute, sweet, lacy, frilly dresses for a daughter. I imagined all the cute hairstyles that she would have. I secretly panicked that maybe she would be a tomboy, and I wouldn't be able to all those things.

So what do I do now? I don't sew frilly little dresses, and I don't have any opportunities to display my french braiding skills. Instead I put on Monster Jam monster truck birthday parties. I make birthday cakes that resemble dirt and mud. I buy presents for my child like Bug Microscopes and replicas of monster trucks with names like "Grave Digger" and "Live Wire".

And I can't believe that I actually enjoy it all.

Comments

[Shari Schwarz]

oh, very cool cake by the way!

[Shari Schwarz]

You made me cry, Leticia. I totally identify with everything you wrote in this post. Happy Birthday to the not-so-little guy!