Friday, March 21, 2014

motherhood is bittersweet

A lot has happened since I last wrote here...the biggest being that I became a mother. Why don't I just start from there.

Motherhood is bittersweet.
The other day Little Man rolled over for the first time and I found myself jumping up and down and clapping my hands. I ran from the room to get the video camera with so much joy I could have burst. I was insanely proud of him.
Later, I was holding him in my arms, watching him sleep and my heart started to ache. I realized he was one step closer to growing up. One step closer to not needing me anymore. The time was flying by me.
Then I realized that that is okay because no matter how far he gets from me, I will always be his biggest cheerleader. When he scores a point for his team or makes a good grade. When he tries a new food or gets accepted into college. When he meets the girl of his dreams or travels the world I'm going to be there cheering him on.
My heart still aches a little when I think about the day when I'm not holding him in my arms, feeding him a bottle, in those quiet, early morning hours. His sleepy eyes looking up at me and his little hand resting on mine. At the same time I can't wait to watch him grow up. I can't wait to see what and who he becomes.

Motherhood is bittersweet and I will be there cheering him on the whole way.