It has officially happened.
I woke up this morning and realized: I am a parent. Beyond simply giving birth and raising a family, I’ve become that parent. You know what I’m talking about. Driving my minivan, crumbs all over the floor from breakfast on the way to school, and on our way to (drum roll please) t-ball practice!
I drive a minivan and cart my kids to sporting activities.
Yep, I’ve officially arrived. Card-carrying parent. I did in fact have my mom camera handy, too. If you catch me wearing mom-jeans outside of Halloween, please, please for the love of all that is good and holy, schedule an intervention!
In the mean time, enjoy the pics I snapped of my kid’s first practice!
It should also be noted that my husband is now a Dad. As in that Dad. He’s the assistant coach of the Dragons. (Given Jake’s love of all things fire-breathing, he was thrilled when we told him the team name!) They practiced throwing the ball and learned where all the bases were. We learned that if there are a pile of white whiffle balls with one red one in the pile, all the kids will fight over the red one.
Yay team Dragons! Yay parenthood!