HOT MOM ALERT!
When I told Emily that my sister was pregnant last year, she recalled that seeing her own sister become a mom was one of the most beautiful things she had ever experienced. She was totally right. My sister has been my best friend since the beginning of time. Okay, that might be a lie. I am almost positive that there were years that I annoyed her, pissed her off, and was the human form of the black plague that she wanted to avoid at all costs. But the older we grew, the smaller the four-year gap seemed, and that left room for sisterhood to become friendship. That being said, I know Summer as just that: my sister, my friend. And now motherhood has added another dimension to who she is, and it’s really wonderful to observe.
I thought I’d have to be in “all hands on deck” mode during my visit, but you know what? She’s a champ at this mom thing. She was attentive to Baby Mac but always calm. She was constantly smiling and snapping photos. She was realistic about how the day was probably going to go. She was never too busy or too tired to hang out with Rocco (the pug) and me. She had been home with the baby for weeks, and she didn’t lose her shit. I’ve heard so many stories about new moms sobbing in private because they’re so tired or having a melt-down because mothering a child is so overwhelming. But my sister? She’s glowing. That’s it. She’s tired. The house is much quieter. She isn’t running ten miles on the weekend. Her former routine in life is gone. But she’s glowing! I’ve been at so many of her race finish lines, and she always crosses with a big smile on her face, hands waving in the air, and glistening (not sweaty and gross) skin. I think those races bring her joy and a deep sense of pride, and Baby Mac brings her those same feelings one-hundred fold. Motherhood looks so right on her.
When someone you love becomes a mom, you learn a new kind of love and admiration.
But seriously. HOT MOM right there.