I was told that motherhood changes you, that I would know a different kind of love once I met my baby. How true. The past ten months are at once a blur and also crystal clear and filled with beautiful moments of getting to know my son.
I love the way your eyes go wide and your mouth falls open when you experience something new. Smoke swirling around the campsite. Dogs chasing each other around the dog park. Dust drifting through the sunbeams in our living room.
I love the way you fuss in the car until I turn on some music and then you gaze silently out the window, soaking in the sounds.
I love the way your little hand reaches up while I’m singing at bedtime to feel the way my lips move.
I love how you smile whenever I say “zip zip” while doing up your zipper.
I love how you laugh when you see a dog.
I love how your eyelashes clump together and your hair plasters to your forehead when you splash yourself in the swimming pool.
I love how you look at your dad and say “dat”
I love how cautious and deliberate you are – not wanting to make too many sudden movements in case you fall over.
I love how you look at me with a crumpled forehead of frustration when something is just out of reach.
I love how you glow with pride when you finally reach it and I say “yay DK!” and clap.
I love how when you’re upset, all it takes to calm you down is read you a book.
I love how quickly you melt in my arms and fall asleep when I touch your ear or stroke your hair.
I love how this is the hardest job in the world but I don’t want to do anything else.
We made you, but more than that, you made me. I was born to be your mom.