To the Mother Embarking on this Journey…
I saw your picture tonight on Facebook. You know, the one with your hubby snuggling your precious firstborn. I cried. I cried because I remember that moment like it was yesterday. I remember my husband flying my firstborn around like an airplane while laying on the couch. I remember him sitting at the computer with her propped up on his lap. I remember him working tirelessly building our house, crouched on hands and knees laying our floors. Below him, there she was, hammering right along watching his every move.
I am writing you because I didn’t know. I didn’t know how much those moments would mean to me years later. I had no idea how they would move my mama’s heart to tears. I had no idea that they would be mere memories so quickly.
No one can truly explain how precious those moments are. You are in the midst and it seems like you have all the time in the world to soak it up. Those sweet glances from a freshly bathed babe and the giggles that can stop time in its tracks. It seems like it will hang on forever- but, it doesn’t. One day, those cheeks will thin down and the dimpled hands you used to hold will shows signs of aging. The “mommys” will turn into “moms” and you won’t know where the time has gone. But it has- it’s gone.
So, from a mommy who is bidding her “baby years” goodbye, to a mommy beginning it all… cover yourself in it. Let yourself bathe in the blessing of baby-hood. Rock that baby at 2 am and don’t wish a moment away. Hold her, even when she’s been crying for an hour straight, and relish in the time not wasted. It is not time wasted.
There will be pressure. I’m telling you right now, there will be temptation to hope and wish for the future. To dream about the days when you won’t be toting a diaper bag. The days when you can get in the car and all your crew members can buckle themselves. You will sit in that chair, at 2 am as you are rocking your sweet baby, and you will be tempted to wish the late night feedings gone. Don’t. Don’t allow yourself to be sucked into the mindset that tells you the grass is greener. Precious Mama, the grass is perfect right where you are.