I've always appreciated everything my mom has done for me and celebrated her on mother's day. She is selfless and loves me unconditionally. Nonetheless, I didn't expect the fiercely intense love I would have for my son. My son. Seems so amazing to write that. He is only 18 weeks old, but I would kill for him if I had to. I totally get that "momma grizzly" identity now.
Being a mother truly is the hardest and most rewarding job ever. It's not just a cliche. The only time I sit down many nights is for nursing or eating dinner, myself. Sometimes there is a combination of both. I never know what the morning will hold. Will Alex wake up at 5 am or 7am? I have never been known as a morning person, but when he flashes me that gummy smile, the clock stops and the longing of wanting to be fast asleep fades away. Mother's Day was one of those mornings. After Alex's 6:30 am feeding I tucked him in bed with us. How I love those moments, laying next to his tiny being, hearing him breath and the sense that he is so secure knowing that I am there to take care of him. Alex did get me a gift certificate for a 1 hour massage, but nap time together, gummy smiles, and some laughs were the best gifts ever, but it won't be necessary to return that gift certificate.