Taking motherhood seriously does not mean you can't have kick-ass fun in a job you love, sashay in boots and stilettos, and enjoy the occasional round of mojitos with friends before going home to tight hugs and sticky kisses!
I've heard of it, been told of it, read books about it, watched movies about it.
I thought I knew all about it. I thought I was prepared.
How little I knew. And it hit me hard one fine evening when I got home and saw an 8X10 rendition of the truth atop one of the living room tables. My daughter's graduation photo.
As I looked at it, I realized that I had been in denial all along. That my bold pronouncements about her being all grown up had been mere lip service. That in the blink of an eye, this girl has metamorphosed into someone else. A little girl no more. My daughter has become a young lady.
I sent a prayer of thanks to God who allowed me to be there all this time. To be there so close that it became difficult to notice the changes, the differences.
And I am thankful that even as I blinked, even as she squirmed a lot, my girl remained inside my embrace.