A Mama's Heart

Today, my baby boy has been very needy. Maybe he is going through a growth spurt; maybe he is coming down with sickness – I still can’t quite tell. Maybe he just wants his mama. This much seems to be sure: he won’t sleep without touching me. And that is quite unlike my sleep-all-night baby.

As I sit here and hold him, I am just in awe again of the fact that this little human is mine. He’s my third baby, but the novelty still hasn’t worn off. This doll baby is real-life. He came from my body. I am in charge of his nurture. He depends on me.

I snuggle my cheek a little closer to his. I breathe deep and smell his baby-scent. I squeeze his oh-so-soft baby chub. This is my child.

Thank you, God, for this gift. Thank you for entrusting this little person to me for now. I am amazed. I feel so unworthy and extremely grateful. With three little people to love so fiercely, I think my heart will burst. Thank you, God.