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7 months old . . .

Dear Margo,

Late again for your monthly birthday letter. Not because I don't love you . . . 'cause girl, do I ever. I sat down to write you a letter the day you turned 7 months old, and after a few false starts, I deleted what I had written. Just not right. Thankfully, another wonderful mother I know, your Tati Valérie, saved the day. She included me on something she was forwarding on to your cousins Olivier and Nanaiyu. Although the words are neither hers nor mine we both share the sentiments, and I thought it said well some of the things I've been feeling lately.


Before I was a Mom I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby.

I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.

I never thought about immunizations.

Before I was a Mom - I had never been puked on.

Pooped on.

Chewed on.

Peed on.

I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.

I slept all night.

Before I was a Mom I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests.

Or give shots.

I never looked into teary eyes and cried.

I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.

I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.

Before I was a Mom I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn'twant to put them down.

I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.

I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.

I never knew that I could love someone so much.

Before I was a Mom - I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.

I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.

I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child.

I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.

Before I was a Mom - I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.

I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.

I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom.
(Source Unknown)


Love Love Love,

Mama

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