Hard to imagine that two years ago he was growing in my tummy...I had a scarce idea for how wonderful motherhood would be, but it is more than I could have ever hoped for. There is so much love that spills out of me all the time, I feel like I could burst.
I've experienced sleepless nights, a sick baby, breastfeeding, loads of laundry...being peed & pooped on, you name it...
And call me crazy, but I love this? Yes, yes...I do. Because he is MY baby. He is worth the bags underneath my eyes, a poor wardrobe that I sacrificed so his wouldn't be, time to myself...because time to myself now includes everything to do with him. Worth it and then some.
Those hard moments are made up for when I'm tucking him in to bed and he grabs my hand, kisses it, then tugs on me until I sit with him awhile. Those moments show up throughout the day...a look, a smile, some cute little thing he says...and his unconditional love. He loves me unconditionally. It is amazing.
He's there when I wake up in the morning before I have even had time to fully know who or where I am. He's behind me unfolding all the clothes I just folded. He's there when I need a pee break...no privacy I tell ya!If I am polishing my toes, he's on my lap inquiring which color he thinks would be best. Apparently, purple everything is best. If there's a party, but kids aren't allowed... it's not my kind of party.
He's there for all my ups and downs, watching and learning from me.
The things that changed in the last couple of years never felt like an adjustment...or a sacrifice. It felt right. I've found myself in this safe, beautiful cocoon called mothering....and.... I couldn't feel happier that I have found my perfect place in this world.
All the accomplishments in my life that I will ever achieve will pale in comparison to my role as his mom. There is no greater calling than to be someone's mother. No greater gift from God.