Tonight I’m feeling some very real, raw emotions. Those gut wrenching emotions that make you sick to your stomach every time the thought pops into your head. I’m aching deep down. My eyes well up and a sob catches in my throat.
And then I look over at my sweet boy, count my blessings and send up a little prayer for him and all his other baby friends. Such great hopes and dreams live in those little eyes. Those eyes that are constantly learning and watching us. Such trusting eyes that put their whole being into trusting us.
I love that little guy with my whole existence. That’s what a mama does. {How did I move from “mommy” to “mama” in a matter of two months?} She loves him and snuggles him and kisses him when he falls down.
Soon enough he’ll be his own person and won’t rely on his mama to “give him a ride” {carry him} or give him crackers and milk. He won’t need his daddy to give him a bath and squirt water out of his bath toys. And he surely won’t cry when we change his path of distruction, take something away from him, or tell him no.
None of this has anything to do with my raw emotions. But, when something has me feeling down Maximus can cheer me up. I am forever thankful for him. I’m so blessed to be his mommy, to shape him into a member of this society, to show him wrong from right, and to love him every day of his life.
Aw, I know exactly what you mean. The world is just a better place with children.
And we get to watch them grow and be happy! Such beautiful blessings!
I had so many of these same thoughts today. Thank you for putting them into such wonderful words. Sometimes I am still amazed that we are parenting the next generation. I pray the world is easy on them.
Pray and arm them with as much as we can. Then stand back and be ready when they need us. Right now I enjoy the sleepy mommy needing or the snuggles after falling or even the hugs I get when I tell him no.
I know what you mean lady! Ugh, the emotional days are hard. Love that your sweet boy makes you feel a bit better.
Thanks, Sarah! The highs are much higher since having him. The the lows really make me sad too. Tears come much easier, even during cheesy commercials. 🙂