{this is one of those posts where you will learn something about me – one of my “stories”}
The time has come. I am a mom and I have officially spent more time with my baby than my mother spent with me. (She passed away at the young age of 26) I think about the new things that my baby has done recently and all the things that are still to come. It makes me terribly sad to realize just how much my mother missed with me. She definitely got a bunch of smiles out of me and I imagine some good laughs but there is a real possibility that she never heard me say “momma” – it just doesn’t seem right. And to have a child and never hear the words I love you from that child. That doesn’t seem so fair. One of the reasons I always wanted to be a mom was to be able to do the things she was never able to do. And now it’s happening.
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It is amazing when I am home with my daughter to see every little change that happens. I realize how lucky I am. And your post helped me realize that I need to take in every second that I have because you never know when it will be your last. It’s terrifying and paralyzing to imagine that. I know your mom would probably be so proud of you for taking it all in.
God Bless you.
Jessica,
Thank you so much for stopping by. I really appreciate both your comment and your blessing.