Five years in, and I’m still amazed at how all consuming this parenting gig can be. You would think by now I would have accepted and embraced the fact that I am someone’s everything. Well, to be clear, her DAD and I are her everything – with Matt these days probably taking the majority of that everything, leaving me with the leftovers. But regardless, somehow I have managed to become this all-consuming force in this child’s life. A prospect that leaves me breathless, joyful, and downright terrified most of the time.
I manage to navigate through this mess of a mommyhood, however, with the help of some excellent women. They are my windows to a reality check, a phone call to a laughing fit instead of a breakdown. And during this second pregnancy, they have been invaluable sources of comfort and experience. Last weekend, these lovely women threw me an excellent non-traditional baby shower to welcome the little penis who currently lives inside the uterus. A good night at a local restaurant we tend to frequent in Leslieville here in Toronto. Nothing over the top – no silly games or contrived platitudes. They know me well, these women.