Being her mama.

I love being a mama. I am so much better of a person than I was a few years ago. She fixed me... is fixing me. She's patient with me as I try to figure this mom-thing out and even on the not so good days, I'm still her hero. Thats amazing to me. Her spirit is amazing to me. I love feeling her hand in mine, her head on my shoulder, hearing her say "lub ou too, mama!" and the way she looks at me with those wonder-filled eyes. I hung her stars but she is, and will always be, my whole wide world. 

If I have one wish for my girl, its that one day she too can feel this kind of love. Its a crushing kind of painfully beautiful love and the most real and powerful thing I've ever experienced. Every day isn't always sunshine and rainbows, not even close. But one day she will be grown. She will no longer ask to hold my hand just to walk to the living room or tug on my leg when I'm doing dishes while saying "hold you?". And I'm sure that when that time comes and my little girl is all the sudden a big girl, I would probably do just about anything to hold my once-upon-a-time-teething baby in my arms again... Even if just for a minute. Yes, these are truly the days. 

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  1. This is beautiful. If I've said it once I've said it a hundred times. Babies don't keep.

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    1. Thank you, Laurie... and yes, they most certainly do not. I can't believe my girl is two already...

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  2. Precious!! You're doing beautifully, Mama!! :)

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    1. You're the sweetest, Leah (and a wonderful mama!)... this made my day :) xo

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