I’ve wanted to be a mom since I was young. I wasn’t in a rush, just knew it was something I really wanted. I expected the long nights and diaper disasters everyone warns you about. What I didn’t expect was how extreme my feelings are for my son. It’s like a whole new definition of love.
I love my parents, my husband, my family. But I feel so much more for my son. I cry knowing he’s in pain or uncomfortable. Worse knowing there is nothing I can do about it. I feel such a rush of joy just by his little smile and giggle. I get over the moon excited when he does something new.
The best is when I watch my son interact with his daddy. Talk about absolute mush. It makes me feel like someone turned a heater on to melt my insides. Men and babies are cute. But the man you love mushing over the little guy you made together is a whole other experience.