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Thank You

Dear Hunter,

Thank you for the giggles
Thank you for the kisses
Thank you for the squeals
Thank you for the snuggles
Thank you for the peek-a-boos
Thank you for the wobbly walk
Thank you for the leg-hugging
Thank you for the ‘mama-mama’ in the middle of the night
Thank you for the tears
Thank you for the naps
Thank you for the bluest eyes filled with laughter
Thank you for the grumpiness
Thank you for the diapers
Thank you for the chubby, dimpled thighs
Thank you for the love.
Love,
Mom

Do I fit in the carry on space?

Do I fit in the carry on space?

 
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Posted by on January 16, 2014 in Letters To My Son, Uncategorized

 

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Unconditional Love

Does it exist? I think so. In certain circumstances under certain conditions. Right now, I experience it on two fronts: giving and receiving. Lucky, huh? I believe I am.

I heard from friends and strangers about that falling-in-love feeling a new mom gets when she holds her baby for the first time. “There’s nothing like it,” I was told, “it’s unconditional.” I knew I’d love him when he showed up. I had hoped and prayed and dreamed of him for so, so long before he arrived.  I couldn’t possibly love him  more after his birth. I was wrong. I love him more every day.  And this love, this mother’s love, is truly without condition.

I wouldn’t wake up every two to three hours every night for just anyone.  I wouldn’t pause my career for just anyone.  I do it gladly for this little person who fills my heart with a there’s-nothing-like-it-love.

But there’s a symbiotic relationship happening here. My son has the brightest blue eyes I have ever seen, next to my dad’s and my grandfather’s.  His unconditional love for me lasers out of them and into me like the Luxor’s bright beam shoots into space. His big, sometimes sideways, toothless grin lights up his whole face when he sees me (and it’s not only because I am the booby lady).  That I would ever make another human that happy with just my presence, humbles me.

I know these precious baby-days won’t last forever. He won’t always look at me like that.  I won’t always be his whole world. One day I’ll say “no” and he will scrunch up his face and throw a tantrum to beat all tantrums.

So for now, I will carve these looks, this feeling, this love into my brain as if carving into granite. I will appreciate and savor every scrumptious moment of giving and receiving unconditional love.

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Posted by on February 22, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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