A former acting teacher of mine once told me and my classmates that when we become parents we’ll realize that the world does not revolve around us. I didn’t believe him because I already didn’t think the world revolved around me. I was a grounded, and confident, and happy, and humble 20-something. I had figured life out. No, I did not think the world revolved around me. Then I became a mom in February of 2010, and all of that confidence went out the window. I watched this chubby, red-headed ball of a baby take away everything I hold dear– my freedom, my sleep, my schedule, and my desire to shower. I cried when the sun went down. My diary entries were replaced with feeding logs, and diaper happenings. I felt and looked like I had been hit by a truck. And I longed for my old life. But I had gone down a path I never knew existed. I found myself missing him after he had finally fallen asleep. I wanted him back in my arms immediately after I had handed him to a friend so that I could have a break. I would catch myself staring at him closely, and studying his long eyelashes, and the way his fingers moved, and the roundness of his mouth when he’d try to speak. All of it amazed me. I was in deep, and there was no going back. And that’s when I realized that the world didn’t revolve around me.

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