I have become “that mom” I guess. I thought I was going to be different. There are other things to talk about besides the offspring, right. No. Not for me, when it comes to blogging. I am like everyone else. Becoming a mother has made me incredibly confident in some ways, and boring in others. I used to dream for myself, right? Now, I dream for someone else. I dream for health, for happiness, for a childhood full of wonder and curiosity and an endless love for his mother. Everything about him is magic and I can’t help but to want to eat him up on a daily basis. I don’t want it to end. I don’t know what more there is to life than this right now.