today my son is three weeks old.
three weeks since he arrived, pushing butt first into the world while pooping all over my doctor and the operating room. three weeks since he was placed in my arms and i truly felt one of my longest held dreams come true. three weeks of nose kisses. three weeks of the happiest exhaustion. three weeks of cozy snuggles. three weeks of poop. so. much. poop. as i look at my son, i think of all the babies i’ve held before him. all the tiny humans i’ve loved and taught over the years. i’m not bragging, but if baby snuggsing were an olympic sport—i’d for sure have a gold medal. i’ve been babysitting and working with kids since i was 11 years old and as i reflect, i’d like to think that each of those children helped me to be the mama i am now. loving them prepared me for the love that was to come in the form of my son. so much of what i feel for my baby boy has been influenced and shaped by the amazing children i’ve loved before him. and yet, there are so many brand new feelings i never could have anticipated. my love for my husband has a new layer as i see him care for our baby and for me. my love for my family has been strengthened as our roots stretch deeper with this new addition to our little tree of life. there aren’t words to describe what it’s like to see the people you love share love with someone you’ve created out of love. to see grandfathers meet their namesake for the first time. to hear grandmothers ooo and ahh and rock your baby in the same way they once rocked you to sleep. watching your sisters show completely new sides, as this baby draws out love they didn’t know they had inside them. i’m telling you, it’s like a josh groban song and a warm chocolate chip cookie after you have a baby. i’m so lucky. to be here. to have this life. to share it with so many people who show me every day a love of which i’m far from deserving. to sit on my couch with hot coffee, my sweet pup and my sleepy baby while the rain falls gently outside. i feel so fortunate to join the ranks of moms. a sisterhood of bad asses loving littles and growing brains and hearts. for years i’ve watched in awe of the selfless way mothers pour into their children day in and day out. despite the exhaustion. regardless of how many times they are peed on, screamed at or spit up on in a day. mom. mama. mommy. there are many names by which they are known, but all of them are superheros to me. happy mother’s day to all amazing moms (and dad’s who are both mom and dad!) around the world. i celebrate you this day and everyday. it’s a privilege to join the club. xo
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