February 24, 2011

A Mother's Love

During the nine months (or in my case, almost eight months) that you are pregnant, everyone tries to tell you how much your baby will mean to you. How you will bond with your child and love them unconditionally. You can read about it, hear it, and see it in your friends and family and the way they interact with their children, but you never fully understand what it means until you hold your baby for the first time.

When they first placed Kiara in my arms, it was as if time had stopped. The world stopped spinning and the only thing that mattered was her. She stole my heart that day and she will hold it forever. I love everything about her and I love everything about being a mom. I cherish the midnight feedings, I laugh when she wakes up with a big smile after a rough night, I actually don't mind the dirty diapers! When I see her, I know that this is what God had planned for me, to be a mom and to love every moment of it.

Sure, I have my moments where I feel like I am clumsy and the worst mom, like when I don't put the diaper on tight enough and everything finds a way out! But I just look to the Heavens and laugh about it because I know I am not the only one that has been there. And usually Kiara just laughs right along with me.

I am amazed at how her crooked little grin and her tiny but mighty hugs can brighten the hardest of days. I am grateful that I am blessed with such a joyous and happy baby! I love watching her watch her daddy. He just fascinates her! I love hearing them play and talk to each other in their own little language. I thank God every day for blessing me with an amazing little family. How truly blessed I am!