I’ve been feeling particularly nostalgic lately. Perhaps that’s not the right word, but longing to freeze time. Mothering didn’t come easy to me. I never felt born or destined to be a mother. I didn’t savor those early days or months, or long to go back. My lack of fondness for motherhood when my daughter was a baby sometimes left me questioning my fitness to be one.
The first few years felt like the getting to know you phase. I longed for these days, when mothering felt easier (for me). It was impossible to imagine I’d want to freeze time, but here we are.
I’ll savor the never ending hugs and cuddles, and how she strokes my hand when she holds it. Right now, we are the center of her universe, and I’ve had the startling realization that won’t always be true. But if I succeed at mothering her, she will know it is her life to build, whatever she may choose, and that my love will follow her, wherever she may go.
Wishing all the moms and mother figures a Happy Mother’s Day. And for the ones that this holiday is a hard one, sending some extra love to you too.
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