One year ago.
I anxiously and nervously awaited your arrival. I couldn't wait to hold you in my arms. To shower you with hugs, and kisses, and tears of joy. At the same time I knew I'd mourn carrying you safe and snug inside. I would miss the you and me time, with the kicks and flips and hiccups.
I was terrified of labor and delivery. I was also terrified that the labor and delivery would be the easy part. I was afraid I wouldn't know how to care for you. I was afraid I wouldn't know how to love you. I was afraid I didn't have an ounce of maternal instinct in my body. Oh and dear God what if I hated motherhood? What if I ended up regretting the decision to have a baby.
One year ago you were born and my world was turned upside down. Every uncertainty and insecurity dissolved one by one. Caring for you was a joy. Loving you came as naturally as breathing. And as for maternal instinct? Baby do I have it, and its fierce! I love being your mother more than anything, and the decision to have you was the best one that I have ever made.
This past year flew by in the blink of an eye, but it was undoubtedly the best year of my life. You taught me how to love unconditionally. How to step back and breathe. How to fight through the tough times. And how to stop and enjoy the little blessings that surround me daily. To marvel at the little things I would normally have taken for granted.
If I had been struggling for purpose before you came into my life, I can rest easily now knowing that you are purpose. To have brought you into the world so that everyone can know you, and love you, and see your light, well I'd say my purpose is met. I am so unbelievably blessed to have you for a daughter, and enormously grateful to be the one you call mother.
I anxiously and nervously awaited your arrival. I couldn't wait to hold you in my arms. To shower you with hugs, and kisses, and tears of joy. At the same time I knew I'd mourn carrying you safe and snug inside. I would miss the you and me time, with the kicks and flips and hiccups.
I was terrified of labor and delivery. I was also terrified that the labor and delivery would be the easy part. I was afraid I wouldn't know how to care for you. I was afraid I wouldn't know how to love you. I was afraid I didn't have an ounce of maternal instinct in my body. Oh and dear God what if I hated motherhood? What if I ended up regretting the decision to have a baby.
One year ago you were born and my world was turned upside down. Every uncertainty and insecurity dissolved one by one. Caring for you was a joy. Loving you came as naturally as breathing. And as for maternal instinct? Baby do I have it, and its fierce! I love being your mother more than anything, and the decision to have you was the best one that I have ever made.
This past year flew by in the blink of an eye, but it was undoubtedly the best year of my life. You taught me how to love unconditionally. How to step back and breathe. How to fight through the tough times. And how to stop and enjoy the little blessings that surround me daily. To marvel at the little things I would normally have taken for granted.
If I had been struggling for purpose before you came into my life, I can rest easily now knowing that you are purpose. To have brought you into the world so that everyone can know you, and love you, and see your light, well I'd say my purpose is met. I am so unbelievably blessed to have you for a daughter, and enormously grateful to be the one you call mother.
Happy First Birthday to my Little Angel!
I Love You!