The mom jeans, mom unwashed ponytailed hair, mom under belly chub. The breastfeeding mom tank tops. Mom van. Mom black undereye circles. Check. Check. Check. I have all of the above.

And I’m embracing them. Loving them for now. Because I worked really damn hard earning the ‘mom’ title.

While its tough & people {including myself on the hard days} complain, it’s worth it. So for now, I’m pulling my mom pants up a lil higher, & smiling, because these two {when they can talk} call me Mom.
{Post written & photos taken Thursday during the babies first half day trial at daycare.}