My heart started to race. Sweat beaded up on my trembling palms. Then she told me she thought the prerequisite was having at least eight kids. Well, we'll see. As my initial overwhelming feelings of inadequacy fade and I gain confidence in this world of motherhood, I feel as though I'm finally able to play with the big kids.
Men compete, women compare.
Am the Queen of Pain. It's fun to finally be able to play these games with the veterans, though I rarely win. It also tends to wreck my memory, too. My husband has to keep reminding me that I did not give birth to Jonathon while on a safari in Africa. For example, Jonathon's learned a great deal about childproof items.