You made me a mama, but there was a time when I wasn’t your Mommy – a time when I made my own rules.
A time when I decided what I would do, when I would wake up and who I would answer to.
Naptime was a bad word, but happy hour and girls trips took first priority.
A time when I went to work in an office – clocking in and clocking out, answering to those who determined the size of my paycheck.
A time when the only tears I wiped away were my own and there were no kisses for boo-boos and ouchies.
There was a time when stuffed animals didn’t have names, and the only superpowers I knew were my own.
There was a time when you called me Dada because you couldn’t shape my name in your mouth.
Sometimes when you are lost in a dream, you pucker your lips, as if to blow a kiss… then its gone before it can be set free.
You don’t realize it, but you hold my heart inside you. I live for your every heartbeat.
A cough, a sniffle, a cry – they all send jolts of electricity straight to my heart, then my head, as I leap to the rescue.
There are days that are filled with tears, and others that overflow with giggles.
Through it all, there is one thing I know for sure.
Though you are small and the days may seem long, before I know it, you will be off to school – passing up playtime with Mommy for playdates with friends, learning to read and write, then drive and live on your own.
There was a time when I felt your hiccups inside me and it brought me joy.
A time when the first sound of your heartbeat made my heart skip a beat and your first breath took mine away.
On the day you were born, I never imagined loving you more than I did then, but every day it multiplies infinitely.
You will always be my favorite person because you are the best version of you.
I will always love you.
You made me a Mama.
“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.” Psalm 139:13