This is a real person in my arms. This downy headed, chubby cheeked, newly born baby, is a Real Person, who will grow up and have dreams and hopes and loves of his very own.
And I have the great privilege, the honor and the joy, the responsibility, of helping shape how he grows. I want him to grow strong and tall and full. Reaching for the sky with aspirations, roots soul deep to keep him steady.
As the years go by, this fragile, little, unknown babe, will be known and not known to me, will be understood and then not so much.
But in these first minutes of meeting, I know all I need to know.
I love this baby.
That is the moment I really began to understand what this thing called Motherhood is all about.
This post inspired by prompt #1 at Mama's Losin' It!