It’s no secret that I tend to get sentimental around my babies’ birthdays. Really, is there any mom who doesn’t?
Obviously, I was emotional about Kaelyn turning one just a few months ago, but there is something that pulls on my heartstrings a little extra hard when Kaya’s birthday rolls around.
Probably because it’s not only her birthday, but also the anniversary of when I first became a mom. And that is one of my favorite memories of all time.
I see all these super-pregnant women around just waiting to have their first babies, and silently, I think about all the things I could tell them.
Mostly, I could sum it all up in one sentence:
Mama, your world is about to be rocked.
Sure, you’ll have the sleepless nights, lots of crying, and toddler tantrums. Your body might never be the same, and your life certainly won’t be, either. Sometimes, you might even forget who you used to be before you became “just mom”.
But really, these little babies change everything in the best way.
You’ll think you love that little person who miraculously comes from your own body when you first meet. And you will.
But just wait until she smiles at you for the first time. When she gives you a giant kiss and slobbers on your whole face. That first time she throws her arms around your neck and genuinely tells you “I wuv mommy”. When you laugh together for so long that your cheeks hurt.
Just wait until your baby is sick, and she needs you to sit with her while she throws up.
Just wait until she gets hurt and needs to go to the hospital for stitches. When she comes home afterward, her face so swollen that she barely recognizes herself in the mirror. Your heart will be in your throat, and you’d do anything to trade places with her so that she wouldn’t have to go through this.
Through it all, you’ll feel like you love her a thousand times more than you did when you met her that first day.
She changed my world forever. Everything is a little more beautiful. Moments are a bit more precious. Love is a whole lot stronger.
I’m still kind of new to this motherhood thing, but I can’t help thinking that that is exactly how it should be.
Thanks for making me a mama, sweet Kaya.