I made fun of parents who couldn't spend a night or weekend away from their infants/toddlers.
I thought that little hands and feet were just that, not the embodiment of hopes and dreams.
I was afraid that I was too selfish to love a child.
I didn't appreciate a good night's sleep.
I looked down on moms who didn't wipe their child's nose the second a drop of snot emerged.
I didn't care what I did to my body, it only had to last for me.
I was critical of families who had toys all over their yards.
I went away for the weekend with no more planning than I put into a trip to the grocery store now.
I never thought that I would be so brokenhearted about weaning my child at 20 MONTHS.
I didn't think I could love my husband any more than I already did.
I never thought I would be needing, and taking, parenting advice from my baby sister.
I didn't know just how sweet and patient my own parents were.
I had no idea just how beautiful a child could be.
What a strange and wonderful trip parenting is.