The Moment
I know that today, the second Sunday in May, is Mother’s Day. It’s The Day for us moms.
But isn’t this the real Mother’s Day? Not even a day, but a single moment in time when mother and child first lock eyes and see each other for the first time? And even though you’re cold and scared and bewildered and in shock and awe and wonder and there are far too many people between your legs, it suddenly hits you that you are a mother and you actually helped create another human being?
I can still feel that moment, can feel a hand around my heart when my world changed forever because she entered it. It fades away with the routine of daily life — the meals and chores and laundry and baths and “Stop licking your hands and smearing them on your feet that’sogross!” — but rears up when a stranger is in her midst and she buries her face in my chest, clutching my soft belly for protection. When she is curled on her side, asleep and vulnerable and at her most beautiful. When she grasps my face in her still-chubby hands and plants a slobbery Bunny Kiss on my forehead.
That moment is here today. And as much as I loved sleeping in and a greasy breakfast out and no diaper changes, I’ve loved it more when she’s looked up and said, “Hi, Mummy.”
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Beautifully written. It’s obvious you were meant to be a Mom. I hope you had a great day!