This love is the most beautiful and powerful love that I have experienced. Nothing prepared me for this kind of love. I was in awe. From the moment I knew he was growing in my womb, to seeing the first sonogram or hearing him cry for the first time, this love embraced me.
A mother’s love is strong. I love him just for existing. I am his. He is mine. I don’t pretend to have it all together. Heck, half the time I’m winging it. But, it is in his smile, his words of affirmation or his laugh that I know that I am truly loved.
This bond that was created gave me a love that produced purpose. I am because he exists. I do because he needs. I am a mother. Nothing more. Nothing less. Bad days? Yes, I have them. Sleepless nights? Been there too. Medical emergencies? I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.
But, my munch consistently tells me that he loves me and that he’s happy I’m his mommy. I didn’t know this love would consume me. Bond me to someone who would forever challenge and inspire me. But, it has. It does. I will always love being a mother.