I finally had time to sit down and read one of the 1,000 baby magazines I receive in the mail somehow. And by finally I seriously mean the FIRST time. There was an article called "Life is Better with Baby" and this was one of the reasons why and this is what it said:
"Suddenly, the inconsolable baby crying next to you on a flight gets your empathy instead of your ire. Mothering gives you the ability to step into other parents' shoes, and you appreciate the giant job they undertake with their own kids. It's no wonder that any parent's tragedy (or triumph) strikes a chord and makes you a blubbering mess. Movies with plotlines centering on missing children are now unwatchable. Human-interest stories on the news break your heart. If you're already a cry-at-the- card-commercial kind of gal, motherhood is the perfect hook on which to hang your "I'm a softy" hat. How does this make your life better? It's hard to be jaded or self-centered once you're a mom. You gain much-needed perspective, your compassionate side blossoms, and in many ways, you finally grow up. It's a beautiful thing."
I think maybe I have finally grown up. Maybe.
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