Happy Birthday to you, My Amor!
Happy Mother’s Day, to me!
A year ago today, I became your Momma.
It’s something I always knew I wanted, always imagined.
But now that you’ve been here for a full year, I see it so clearly:
I am blessed to have you.
To hold you.
To raise you.
I feel chosen by God to be in this position.
To love you, nurture you, and guide you into your fullest potential.
To not just dream for myself… but to help you dream for yourself, too.
“Loving you has been a labor of love.”
The year has flown by, but the memories?
Still vivid.
I remember going into labor,
Anxious to see your face.
Squeezing your dad’s hand through every contraction.
Feeling every urge to push…
Feeling at one point like you might never come.
Twenty-four hours of natural labor.
I looked at my doula with doubt in my eyes.
A deep squat. Hanging from a Yoga swing, and then…
Your head.
Dad said, “Push harder,” and suddenly…
You slid into my arms.
Your eyes stayed closed until the next day.
And then, finally,
We stared into each other’s souls.
“So, this is love, Amor… the kind that lives in my bones.”
The purest kind of all.
Your little body.
Tiny fingers and toes.
A beating heart, a perfect nose.
Grew inside my body.
Wow.
Look at God.
“We found our rhythm in the small things.”
Breastfeeding wasn’t easy at first.
Painful attempts to latch.
I feared you wouldn’t get what you needed.
Until one magical day… we just clicked.
Then came your first smile.
Your tiny grip on my finger.
Your first bath.
Your first shot.
We’ve been inseparable ever since.
Well, except when you’re with Dad, so I can take a shower or steal a moment of “me.”
But really, you’ve been with me from the beginning.
From womb to world.
“You’re Blooming, and so Am I.”
Now, I watch you crawl.
Stand.
Walk, with no helping hand.
I watch you pick things up and put them down.
Climb the couch.
Jump down.
You’re so adventurous.
You teach me about life.
You remind me: fall down, get up.
Try again.
Even when I take the remote from you and hide it… You find it again.
Even when I stop you from eating grass… You try again.
And I hope you never lose that spirit.
If you ever forget who you are, let me remind you:
You are a gift.
To me.
To this earth.
To everything you touch.
You made me a mother.
The greatest honor I could ever hold.
Greater than any degree.
Any award.
And it’s only year one.
I can’t wait to see what’s next.
“Motherhood stretched me, and then made me whole.”
Mother’s Day hits different now.
Because of you, I feel stronger than I ever thought I could be.
Mentally.
Physically.
Emotionally.
I’ve been stretched in every way.
And I’m better because of it.
I wake up early.
Stay up late.
Give my body every single day.
I make custom meals.
Change diapers.
Sing songs.
Read bedtime stories.
I chase you around the house, making monster noises.
I dance with you.
Lay with you.
Rub your head as you fall asleep.
I detangle your hair and style it like you’ve got a photoshoot.
And on slow mornings, I stay in bed just a little longer… just to cuddle with you.
“You made me a Momma. That’s my favorite title.”
You’ve got so much spunk.
So much light.
So much joy.
And though life isn’t always easy,
I’m grateful.
That I have you.
And you have me.
Happy Birthday to you, my Amor.
Happy Mother’s Day to Me.
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