The humility of being a parent

I set up this blog months ago and off handedly told my husband about it, hoping he may post one or two times a year; he has posted 8 times and this, sadly is my first post. I was hoping to come up with some epic first post to get started. Something amazing that happened in my day to day life, or some epiphany I learned one day. We may be waiting a while for something like this to happen, so I'm just going to dive in.

I am not a high maintenance sort of woman. I pride myself on going with the flow and being very down to earth. However, before Finn, I definitely didn't go out in public without some sort of make up on. Usually some under eye cover up, mascara, and blush. I mean, what would all those strangers think? The ones I probably wouldn't see again? I look back and feel silly I even cared. Now, even if I did care, I have discovered I am not a mom who puts her face on first thing in the morning. I am a mom who wears her yoga clothes until I get a work out in, even if it takes until 5pm. I am also a mom who will dance the Hoke Poke through the grocery store if it keeps Finn laughing. I will sing "If you are happy and you know it" over and over, complete with gestures anywhere, anytime. And I will also make a missing flyer for Finn's favorite stuffed animal and hang them all around the neighborhood, if it means we may see Georgie again.

This is the type of mom I am.