I'm a mother. This is still something that catches me off-guard, in a good way. When I look at her, I feel things I never knew I could feel.
Yes, I love my husband, my sisters, my parents. But my daughter. Oh boy! It's true what "they" say: "You don't know what love is until you hold you child in your arms."
She will be 8 months old on Mather's Day, and I cannot believe how fast these few months have gone by.
I'm trying not to blink too much.
I try to slow down time.
I love watching her learn new things. How each day she's somehow bigger than the day before, how sometimes it happens even after just a nap!
What did I do with my time before her? Because nothing is as joyful, rewarding, hard, and exhausting as this. Being a mother.
I love every minute of it. Yes, even the hard times. Because in reality, the good has outweighed the hard, and honestly the good is what I remember at the end of the day.
Little Girl, you've changed everything about my life. I want to be stronger, healthier, smarter, more patient and calm, more understanding, and so much more for you. I want to make the world a safer place for you. I want to meet your every need, so that you're never upset. I pray you never feel alone, heartbroken, or ridiculed.
Motherhood is such a wonderful life change. From the moment I found out I was pregnant, she has brought such joy to our little family.
Some people told me I would forget the details of pregnancy and want another one, well as of now, I still haven't forgotten how much I disliked being pregnant. However, if I had known how wonderful this side of it was going to be, I would've tried to enjoy it at least a little more.
Right now, I'm watching her sleep through the video monitor. I've calmed done a little with my helicopter mom habits, but I still wake up when she makes little noises. I could easily watch her sleep all day and not get anything done. I'm constantly looking for ways to he her develop more and more. I'm worried about if she's growing and learning at the right pace, typical mom worries I'm told.
It is so much fun to think about what she might be when she grows up. But the unknown is also kind of daunting. What if I do something that impacts her negatively, and she keeps it with her for years. What if I let her do something and I shouldn't have.
Motherhood. So bright and cheery, worrisome and stressful. But there is NOTHING I would change about the last 8 months.
Thank you baby girl, for making me a mom. And being a wonderful baby.
Jesus lover, wife, momma, teacher, and hopeful writer.