My friend ESM (Even Snarkier Mom) had her baby this morning. I took one look at the picture she sent me - her and baby C nuzzled together - and completely lost it. Thankfully, I was alone, because I'm not a pretty crier.
They live about 1,000 miles away, which thanks to technology, doesn't seem so far any more. But still, it's not like I can pop by the hospital for some baby-lovin' on my to pick up Mini Me from pre-school.
ESM and I go back a long way...to 8th grade when her family moved to Chicagoland from Texas. She did quite a bit of babysitting (still waiting to be paid for some jobs!) and even worked at a daycare center. But she said she wasn't sure if she wanted kids.
Fast-forward to our 20s, and while I was on the mommyhood track, she was in a relationship and said she never wanted kids.
And then, our 30s, or the start of them anyway, she married a good guy. I knew he was a good guy when, while engaged, she told me that there would be kids someday. After how many years of saying "no" to a family, she was open to the idea.
This morning, she welcomed her baby girl into the world. "We're in love!" she texted me. Of course she is.
Even right now, as I type this out, I am welling with tears. Happy tears. I'm emotional like that. ESM was a babysitter, a daycare worker, a labor and delivery nurse. She was there when Larry Potter was born and during my labor with Hoover. She's always had the makings of a mom, and now, she is one.
Don't get me wrong, I'm sure it's not going to be sugar and spice all the time. No one is like that without heavy medication and a few nannies. Many people said that being a mom is the hardest job in the world. I tend to agree. It's the hardest job in the world, and I'm so happy she applied.
Welcome to the world, Baby C. And welcome to parenthood, ESM. I never thought you'd get here, but so glad that you are.