A Year of Motherhood

The moment a child is born, a mother is born also.


My baby is one year old today. I can’t believe it. A whole year of firsts, of laughter, of tears, and unconditional love. This week I’ve been swimming in nostalgia, and my emotions are all over the place. Motherhood has been an incredible experience, and I can honestly say it’s been the best year of my life.

For me, pregnancy was a magical time. I counted each week with excitement, feeling my baby grow from a lime to a squash to a watermelon. I remember when I felt the first flutters of movement in my stomach, and every kick thrilled me. There is such a strong connection between mother and baby in the womb, and I felt so close to my little boy during those months.

I’ve mentioned before that my baby’s birth did not go quite like I had planned, but I wouldn’t change a thing. Those first few weeks were both exhilarating and exhausting, and I feel such nostalgia when I think of them. Looking at pictures of my little newborn, I can’t believe he was ever that tiny! I had heard the phrase “babies don’t keep” several times before, but I never realized the true gravity of that statement until I had a baby of my own. I hate knowing that my boy will never have a “first smile,” or “first laugh” ever again. He has already taken his first steps and spoken his first word. I can’t get that time back, and I tear up every time I think about it.

I have loved every minute of motherhood. There is nothing like it. Almost every night, after my boy has been asleep for a couple of hours, I sneak into his room and pick him up out of his crib just to hold him for a while. He stretches his arms, yawns, then cuddles in to me as I rock him in the rocking chair. I cherish these moments, and while I am sad about the time that has passed, I am so excited about the future and all the new moments, milestones, and experiences I will have with my sweet baby boy.