I’m learning more and more about a mother’s love with each passing day. I loved my son the moment I saw him, that love grows each day but lately I’ve realized how strong those feelings are.
As he grows, he’s looking less and less like a baby and more like a little boy. I find myself looking longingly at teeny tiny babies and aching to hold newborns.
This past week I held a 2-day-old and a 7-week-old, both tiny, curled up, precious little babies. Holding those tiny babies was sweet but there were no real feelings.
There is nothing like holding my son!
He’s nearly 20 pounds and looks more like he’s 1 than 7 months. He’s also very tall and his legs have to drape over my hips if I want to hold him tummy to tummy but he’s my baby!
I can’t begin to explain the feelings I have when I’m holding him but they are powerful.
I could hold him for hours while he sleeps just looking at him, admiring his tiny fingers and nose, marveling at the beauty of God’s creation and the blessing of children.
If I love him this much now and the love grows daily, I really can’t begin to imagine how much I’m going to love him in a year, 5 years or 15 years from now.
All I know is a mother’s love is strong and beautiful.