There's a little boy who stole my heart.
There is nothing quite like the bond a mother and son have. It was something I never really fully understood until the first time that tiny little human reached up to me when he was sad.
I grew this boy inside of me--I nourished his every need for 9 months. I went through the pain of birth, bringing this radiant soul into our world, and wouldn't take back a single agonizing second of it.
I huddled over his vulnerable little body 24/7 for for first 3 months of his life, making sure he wasn't too hot, too cold, wet, hungry, tired, sad, lonely or bored.
We went for car rides, we went on shopping trips where I would name the fruits and veggies, items on the shelves, etc in stupid voices without caring about the world around me. I watched that sparkle of curiosity in his eyes grow so bright, it has started to blind me.
I held his tiny hands through his first cold, through his first bo-bo, and for his first steps. I snapped away with the camera for all of his toothless grins, for his first set of holidays, and captured many priceless moments I never want to forget on video, but put the camera down to just have fun as well.
That tiny little human has morphed into a big-boy seemingly overnight, and watching him grow before my very eyes gives me a feeling in the pit of my tummy--a mixture of sorrow, pride, joy and relief.
Last night as we laid in bed watching the hockey game as a family, he melted my heart by grabbing his bottle and blankie and snuggling in to my arms as close as he could get. He knew just what mommy needed after that day. When did it shift from me taking care of him, to him taking care of me?
His stern looks when mommy is being just a little too "silly", his laughs when he is being funny, his sound effects for cars and animals, his love of certain characters and shows, his new found love of cuddles, the sound of his little voice yelling "BUS" from the backseat each day, how he will eat anything, his obsession with baths, his cute little fingers rubbing my back, and seeing tiny little shoes strewn about the foyer...These moments will not last forever. His personality changes each and every day, but his love for mommy is consistent and growing. (he loves daddy too, but he's just not at that stage yet where he will favor activities with him more)...I breathe these moments in, like fresh air on a sunny day. I let them encompass my life. Nothing else in the world matters.
I grew this boy inside of me--I nourished his every need for 9 months. I went through the pain of birth, bringing this radiant soul into our world, and wouldn't take back a single agonizing second of it.
I huddled over his vulnerable little body 24/7 for for first 3 months of his life, making sure he wasn't too hot, too cold, wet, hungry, tired, sad, lonely or bored.
We went for car rides, we went on shopping trips where I would name the fruits and veggies, items on the shelves, etc in stupid voices without caring about the world around me. I watched that sparkle of curiosity in his eyes grow so bright, it has started to blind me.
I held his tiny hands through his first cold, through his first bo-bo, and for his first steps. I snapped away with the camera for all of his toothless grins, for his first set of holidays, and captured many priceless moments I never want to forget on video, but put the camera down to just have fun as well.
That tiny little human has morphed into a big-boy seemingly overnight, and watching him grow before my very eyes gives me a feeling in the pit of my tummy--a mixture of sorrow, pride, joy and relief.
Last night as we laid in bed watching the hockey game as a family, he melted my heart by grabbing his bottle and blankie and snuggling in to my arms as close as he could get. He knew just what mommy needed after that day. When did it shift from me taking care of him, to him taking care of me?
His stern looks when mommy is being just a little too "silly", his laughs when he is being funny, his sound effects for cars and animals, his love of certain characters and shows, his new found love of cuddles, the sound of his little voice yelling "BUS" from the backseat each day, how he will eat anything, his obsession with baths, his cute little fingers rubbing my back, and seeing tiny little shoes strewn about the foyer...These moments will not last forever. His personality changes each and every day, but his love for mommy is consistent and growing. (he loves daddy too, but he's just not at that stage yet where he will favor activities with him more)...I breathe these moments in, like fresh air on a sunny day. I let them encompass my life. Nothing else in the world matters.
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