My sweet son.
There is nothing I cherish more than being your mama.
Just by existing, you have given me everything. All that I am and all that I have is new and changed because of you.
The moment I found out that you were growing in my belly, I became a mama. Over the months, I watched you grow inside of me, pushing my body to its limits as you grew and grew and grew. You came into this world after a long and hard labor for us both. I remember the first time I held you, so tiny and fragile. You looked at me with those old soul eyes as I spoke to you softly. I loved you fiercely with every cell in my body. I realized at that moment that I would never, ever be the same.
There is an entirely otherworldly love that a mother has for her child. You will never have to do anything more than be my son to have my love, my acceptance, my whole heart.
You were only six weeks old on my first Mother's Day. Already out of your newborn clothes, but still a tiny babe. By my first Mother's Day, I was starting to feel like I was really getting the swing of the whole mom gig. The truth is, though, that you are just easy to care for. Easy because whether you are content and full of smiles or crying, I adore every second with you. I love getting to witness you discovering the world and testing out your ever broadening range of emotions. Every day with you is a gift and I am the luckiest woman alive that I get to be your mama and watch you grow.
May 8, 2011
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