I never thought I’d ever be a devoted mother, yet over 8 months after my son was born, I am sacrificing sleep, shopping, and my yearly book quota to bring him up the best I can. I had never warmed to children, even while pregnant. My friend Karen, mother of 2, cheerily brought me to visit her year-old son when I was 7 months pregnant. I didn’t know what to do with him (according to Karen amusedly, I shied away in horror) but hubby happily played with him, um… more like played with his bike. Now I find myself talking to other moms and cooing at their babies!
Interestingly, the hub never had any doubt. I asked him, how did you know? He said, well, it was the way you cared for our cats. When Boy cried out at night, you leapt out of bed to tend to him. You took all the kids to the vet. You made sure Boy had his meds every day. You had a sixth sense when one of them was sick. You always bought them the best food. That’s why I married you. Hmm…
Thinking back, I remember (with my Mommy brain) bringing Boy to see Dr E waddling 8 months pregnant to check out his bladder, hugging him when he was insecure at night, gaining Kaku’s trust by petting her… yeah, I guess I was a good cat mom. But it didn’t necessarily mean I would be a good human mom. Does it automatically translate that if you are a good cat/dog/other pet mom that you’d be a good human mom?
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