The Love of a Mother

tiny milk coma

It still hasn’t really set in that I am a mom. I’m bathing Emma tonight and she’s splashing around having a great time. Cooing and ooing being adorable and throwing around her toys. She looks up at me and gives this massive gummy grin, OH MY GOSH! I am her mother! It’s like it just hits me over the head. She loves me, she relies on me for everything and I barely have any idea what I’m doing. It’s been 5 months since she was born and I just still can’t believe it. Being someone’s mom is weird, I have a baby. I get pooped on and walk around with spit up on my shirt some days. I am her protector the one who comforts her in her time of need. I am her primary care giver and so far the only one who she turns to for snuggles. It is insane how much my life has changed in just a few months, I can’t do a simple daily task without taking her into consideration. I spend the entire day trying to make her happy and help her thrive in this world. I am the one who gets to write all the knowledge of the universe on her little brain. Everything I teach her will be something new, all she will know she will learn from me. It’s amazing that she is so dependent and I honestly have never felt a love like this. It is impossible to describe to someone who is not a parent. That look your tiny one gives you and your heart melts instantaneously. As I rocked her to sleep she wrapped her little hands around mine and snuggled closer to me. I just about died. This is what a ‘mother’s love’ is. I know these moments are fleeting and I would not trade them for anything in the world.

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