THE mom moment

This is the moment when I really, truly know I'm a mom first. It's not patching up little hurts or kissing away boo-boos. It's not sitting up with a frightened or sick child, or cleaning up when she gets sick, although all of those are remarkable moments. It was this: I was serving dinner tonight, and I CUT UP MY HUSBAND'S MEAL FOR HIM.

Oh. My. God.

Okay, well now you have been warned. If I'm ever at a meal with you, be careful. I might try to cut up your meal into toddler-bite-sized pieces, too.