looking the part he was born I should play
I've been a mom for a little over a year now, and I'm still getting the hang of it. Many days I'm crabby when I come home from work, or I need a break even before the day starts, and I let out an exasperated "Haaarvey!" too easily, and make disciplinary statements that are in-actionable like "Stop - Being - Impossible!"
Of course I think I am the world's worst mother.
But then I take a look at the pictures off of Dan's camera and catch tiny glimpses of a good mother renting my body. Lovingly holding her child. Instructing him. Showing him the world. Stealing kisses when she thinks no one is looking.
being a helpful lap and hands
introducing Harvey to new things
bravely facing new experiences together
And I think, I'm not doing that badly after all. Or at least, I'm play acting well.