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Girlfriends' Guide to Forty: New Mom

I spoke to my soon-to-be-mom daughter this morning for about two hours. Something we have been doing a lot more of lately, especially since I don't live close to her.

I asked her, "have you folded and refolded all of his clothes yet?"

Yes, she's nesting for sure and especially now since her and her hubby are remodeling their little beach cottage. But you better bet the baby room is finished and she has everything prepared and ready to go. Her hubby made sure of that. In fact, we are all betting that although babies due date is October 1st, she is going to have baby any day now.

It was so cute to hear her talk about the baby and how right now he is being fed and how he's warm and comfortable and how soon he is going to have all new life experiences outside of the comfort of mamma's womb.

"He will experience hunger, light, upset tummy, sleep, being uncomfortable."
"He will experience being (she paused) cold," she'd said.

Oh my gosh, when she said that I think my heart melted like the first little snowman we made together when she was five and despite her attempts at keeping him "alive" forever in the freezer, he still melted.

You know how it goes... it's super heartfelt yet super adorable.

That's when it hit me. Was I ever that young once?

I was about her age when I had her, and even younger when I had her older brother.  I can remember when he was a newborn I had pretty much done any and everything in my power that I could think of to make him happy, and still, for nothing, he would not stop crying.

Of course he crying made me cry and calling my doctor asking him "why won't he stop crying!?" with an outward laugh and response of, "Wendy, I think you need a parenting class," didn't help the situation, at all!

How could I not innately know what to do as a mother? How dare I have no clue?

I don't think it mattered how many books I had read on parenting or babies, I still didn't have an inkling of real knowledge although I had prepared myself for 9 long months.

My daughter is already a good mom. She is wise beyond her years and definitely has her stuff together a lot more than I did at her age. I have no doubt that she will be just fine and baby boy is going to be such a special and wonderful blessing to our family.

She's excited? I am super excited! I have never been a grandma before. I can't wait to hold him.

Don't worry, I know what to do now if baby won't stop crying.

Give him back to his mamma! Ha!

This weeks question:

How was your experience becoming a new grandparent? If you are one. New mom or dad? Share your stories below!


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