I know I'm a little late on this whole Mother's Day post, so please forgive me and pretend that I posted this on Sunday, mkay?
I'm not the perfect mom in any shape or form. I feel guilty when I get on my computer or phone when G is awake. I try to be fully present for him because I know these moments are fleeting and I will not get this time back. All I can do is my best, each and every day.
I'm not the perfect mom in any shape or form. I feel guilty when I get on my computer or phone when G is awake. I try to be fully present for him because I know these moments are fleeting and I will not get this time back. All I can do is my best, each and every day.
Sometimes I get frustrated with him and lose my usual calm and collected patience. Sometimes I wish I could just go to the grocery store alone or eat my lunch in peace and quiet. But then? I look at that face and I melt. He really is my everything, as cheesy as it sounds. I wouldn't trade a lifetime of quiet moments to myself if it meant giving this life up.
I secretly cherish the moments (usually... hehe) when he cries out for me in the middle of the night and clings to me while I rock him back to sleep.
I cherish the moments when he comes up and gives me hugs and kisses without prodding him to do so.
I cherish the moments when we are playing and he looks at me with a big smile and his special chuckle.
I love this boy so, and I am so thankful that he made me a mama. An imperfect mama, but a mama whose cup runneth over.
I cherish the moments when he comes up and gives me hugs and kisses without prodding him to do so.
I cherish the moments when we are playing and he looks at me with a big smile and his special chuckle.
I love this boy so, and I am so thankful that he made me a mama. An imperfect mama, but a mama whose cup runneth over.
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| A rare photo of the two of us since I am always the one behind the camera! |




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