I'm becoming a sort of a "sissy" mother. Lately, I'm crying for every little thing. Mostly because I feel time is running away so fast, and my little chubby cheeked baby is no longer there, or maybe he is somewhere in there, and I'm not able to see the bigger picture, in any case this is a short story of when it all started!
12 years ago I became a mother for the first time. Two very important things happened that day. The first one; I found myself with the most beautiful 10 pound baby boy you'll ever see, and the second one; on his way out, my big baby snapped something inside of me. To be more precise, my pubic bone got dislocated. Since that day, my life has never been the same, for both of those reasons.
I would go through it all again in the same way, knowing all the physical pain that was to come just to be able to look into his little wondering eyes, and hold his warm chubby hands.
I guess life has to balance itself out. It gives you all the happiness you never knew existed and then it throws in there some bittersweetness/struggle/pain/sadness to the mixture so that we never forget how fragile life is, and how very lucky we are.
I feel amazed, proud and blessed to have been able to enjoy the wonderful boy he was and the young man he is now becoming.
HAPPY 12TH LUCA!! I love you with every single beat of my heart, and I'm so grateful you picked me to be your mom!
Have a great weekend!