Of course I've changed diapers before,
but not at the speed I can change them at today.
And I've fed my share of babies,
just never two at a time.
Now I juggle...two babies,
who, most of the time, need me at the EXACT same time.
I'm totally new to nighttime feedings,
taking their temperature, rectally,
holding their tiny little legs while they get a shot,
cleaning up throw up,
and exploding diapers,
I'm new to an evening cup of joe,
just to keep me going.
Multiple days in a week where I don't shower,
much less change out of my sweats.
But with all those less than flattering perks of mommyhood,
I also get smiles.
To be the only one who can calm them,
the voice they recognize,
the person they follow when I walk in or out of the room.
I have the arms in which they can always fall asleep,
and so much more.
So with every sweet smile,
and even every stinky, exploding diaper.
I am reminded that I am meant for this.
I know that this is the job I was put on earth to do,
because I am the mom who gets happy when they poop.
Dirty diapers mean happy and full bellies.
And I encourage big boy burps,
even if it turns into me having some spit up on my shirt.
Their little smiles brighten my whole day.
I wouldn't trade it for the world.