His head resting on my chest, and my fingers softly tickling his back. His little hand moved to my cheek and rested there.
I sang his lullaby, and then once more per his request. I felt the weight of his not so tiny body on my chest, but I pushed it to the back of my mind.
There’s an urgency to soak in these moments, as I watch him change and grow daily. There’s a longing to bottle up every ounce of these memories and keep them tucked safely in my heart.
There is a beauty and a pain that runs deep in a mama’s heart. An ache of mixed emotions that we try our best to sort through.
Excitement for their future, but the dread of them growing up. Longing for a full nights sleep, but missing the midnight rocking chair moments. Wanting them to succeed, but fearing they will no longer need you.
A mother’s heart is constantly rocked back and forth between the waves of changing emotions. A never-ending battle within us. But that battle mama’s is also the proof of our love.
