This is not a story of the profound and amazing ways that motherhood changes you. Its about two simple ways that it has changed me.
Before I had my daughter I had NO domestic capabilities. I could read directions from a cookbook but my husband was the adventurous one in the kitchen. Also, despite having a lot of hair, I was completely incapable of controlling it! When my family members found out I was having a girl, after the congratulations many of them laughed at me and said they felt sorry for my future child and the ridiculous hair she was bound to have! However, on this almost last day of my vacation I find myself cleaning the kitchen to prepare for tonights culinary adventure and tonight I will engage in a hair-braiding adventure with my beautiful girl in order to be ready for church tomorrow.
My daughter LOVES food. She is the smallest child in her daycare class but requires two breakfasts in addition to the one dad gives her on the way to school, gets a double portion of lunch and eats two snacks and an adult portion of dinner. She is a rail thin ball of energy. She devours everything I make. She smiles and licks her lips and yells things like "SO GOOD MOMMIE!!!! YUMMY IN MY TUMMY" and my favorite, "I LUB IT!!!!!!" She loves all the different cuisines I try, Spanish food, Indian dishes, Caribbean dishes, attempts at French cuisine - and it just fuels me to cook more and more. Thanks to the Pioneer Woman and my Le Creuset pot (a gift because there's no way I could afford one), I am a cooking machine. My mom gave me a recipe book of family dishes at my bridal shower, I had barely touched it before my daughter was born, and now I use it once a week and I've added a few dishes of my own. With my busy schedule its something I enjoy and can share with my daughter and provides her with meals even when I'm away from home. Motherhood made cooking about love.
My baby girl was born with a head FULL of hair. At two she has a beautiful head full of soft curly hair that stretches down her back. My husbands hair wrangling abilities are measly at best so I needed a way for her to get to daycare looking un-hobo-ish in my absence. So with the help of wikipedia and my dads response to my mom mentioning my hair braiding insufficiencies that "She can do anything she wants to do, no reason it will be any different with hair braiding" - I decided to figure it out! Now each night after bathtime, we sit and watch Dora and I braid like crazy. I treasure this time with my baby and when I'm done I tell her to go show daddy her "princess hair" (everything must be princess something right now). She smiles so big and touches her hair and runs to the mirror. All love.