I still remember vividly the moment that I became a mother. Not in the physical sense, but in the spiritual sense.
It wasn’t the moment of conception, or the day that I found out that I was pregnant.It wasn’t when I felt the first kick of my precious child’s little foot,nor was it when they lifted her and placed her in my arms.
It was in a moment of blinding joy the night after she was born.
I felt as if my heart swelled several sizes and then I burst into tears.I was absolutely overwhelmed by the need to protect her, love her and do whatever was necessary to make sure she was perfectly happy.
The world seemed to stop spinning; only she and I existed. Nothing else mattered.Thoughts of a career, my resolve to get a sitter so thatI could have time to myself and my determination to not let my child be the center of my life were now laughable. My purpose for existence was her well being. I am now thinking on the diverse side, I still working, even working hard to provide the best for her life…good education, 1st class medical treatment, all needs that a grown up child ever needed… Perhaps everything!!!
I discovered that there was no such thing as spoiling a baby and found that one of the greatest joys of my life was rocking my baby to sleep.
I even saw my marriage in a different, even lovelier, light. Watching my husband be a father and seeing how gentle he was with my little ones made me love him even more.
I would sacrifice anything to protect my daughter. Before having child, I didn’t realize what it was like to love in this way.
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