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October 2013 Moms
deedee1017
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would it be too much to ask...
deedee1017
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And would you vote me off the island if I asked you all to participate in something for my LO?
We have all (or most of us) been together for about a year, some more- some less. Either way, you've all been a part of this journey one way or another. I've kept a journal for my DD since the day after I found out I was pregnant. Today's entry for Valentine's Day will no doubt include me trying to describe to her a mother's love. I thought it would be neat to have something that includes all of you.
Putting into words the way a mother's love feels is impossible. Sometimes it's the little every day moments that make us say "that's love." Would you mind sharing some of those moments that for you defined what love is as a mother? My goal is to paint a picture for my daughter to show her what love is/looks like/ feels like from a mother's point of view and of course include all of you in the process.
So, what is love (in the parent/child relationship) to you?
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Re: would it be too much to ask...
Love for my child has changed me both outwardly and inwardly. Outwardly it has changed me by teaching me that beauty is not being flawless. With my tired eyes from lack of sleep, my stretchmarked skin, thinning hair, and those few stubborn pounds hanging on; I have never felt more beautiful because this body created and is sustaining something so perfect. Society may not find that beautiful, but when he looks up at me with his big, blue eyes I have never felt more lovely to someone.
Inwardly, he dominates my thoughts, goals, and dreams. My identity used to be wrapped up in superficial things, but my identity as his mother has fulfilled me in ways I never dreamed of. I feel complete, like I don't need anything else other than his toothless grins, contagious laughter, and his good morning coos. The way he holds my hand as he nurses, reaches out for me in the middle of the night, and thinks I have the best singing voice in the whole wide world makes up for all the things I don't get to do anymore.
BFP #2 - 2/13/13 - EDD 10/24/13 - born 10/29/13 - Kian Edward
BFP #3 - 7/16/15 - EDD 3/27/16 - born 3/23/16 - Liam James
Love is the excitement you feel watching them grown and learn new things.
My love for this little girl is bigger than anything I ever imagined ... Maybe because I prayed for her to come into my life after my loss. It's such a gift! She came from Love and has made us into a family
Now that I am a mother ... I understand why my mom often looked at me w a smile... I catch myself doing the same w DD
Love is the way he looks at me like I'm his whole world.
Love is trying to be a better, more patient person for your child.
Love is knowing you would give and do absolutely anything to prevent your child from getting hurt.
Love is the way my son nuzzles into my neck as he falls asleep and knowing there isn't one single thing I would rather be doing.
I think my love for Cason is pretty indescribable/perfect/amazing/breathtaking.....
Love to me is the tears that form in my eyes every time he smiles.
...Love. And it still makes me laugh.
It is that breathless moment waiting for his first cry, which lasted forever and trying to stay awake long enough to hold him the first time. The struggles with breast feeding and the way he has never given up, even when I have. His desperate need gets me through it. It is being grateful for every sleepless night, and finding patience when I thought I had used mine all up.
Love is the feeling of such contentment while he finds and clutches my fingers when feeding. It is the way his panicked look causes my stomach to clench when someone else holds him and he looks for reassurance from me. It is also when he wakes, suddenly in my arms, smiles in relief that I'm there and falls back asleep.
I could go on and on....
...when holding your baby for the first time.
...when they hold your finger
...when they smile at you
...when they laugh at you
...when they cry for you
...when they hold your hand
...when they smile with you
...when they laugh with you
...when they cry with you
Love is the first moment you feel your LO on your chest - the first moment you "meet" the little miracle.
Love is wanting your child to sleep in the worst way. And then hearing them cough and struggling to breathe and be more than willing to get up and spend as much time as possible with them until they feel better/are more comfortable.
Love is knowing that life will never, ever be the same. Your world revolves around their every need and there's nothing more important than their needs.
I could go on and on...
This is an amazing post.
that first big smile in the morning.
the tight grip Callie has on my shirt as she's drifting off to sleep at night.
Those are the only things I can put into words that haven't already been mentioned. We have a close friend who lost her son to SIDS at 5 months in May 2012 and I told my dad I don't know how she goes on with her life. She's still happy and she and her husband are now trying again. I just can't imagine my life without this tiny miracle.