MICHAEL'S MILESTONE: FOUR MONTHS!
And just like that we have a four month old. This little boy has brought incredible joy and happiness to our lives. I still can’t comprehend how much love I have in my heart for him. It’s literally too much for me to contain so I give it back to him by showering him with love and affection in the most sMOTHERING of ways. 😉 I’ve realized that as soon as I give love, it boomerangs right back to me almost immediately starting our love fest cycle all over again.
It’s wonderfully exhausting.
I’ve learned that love comes in many forms through various relationships. I’ve experienced the love of God, the love of my parents and sister, the love of friends and romantic love from my husband. Now to experience this new type of love and bond I have with M is mind blowing.
His sweet little soul gives me the type of love that makes you feel a sense of fullness or wholeness, brimming to the top of my heart with that warm and fuzzy feeling. It’s easy to let it spill out of me in the form of countless hugs and kisses, and “you’re ok’s”. If you were a fly on the wall, some might say I make a fool of myself (or appear insane) just to see him smile when I make exaggerated faces and sing the songs I’ve made up for him on repeat. One is the “Good Morning” song. I sing it when I greet him in the morning and free him from his Ollie swaddle. He’s made me a morning person. Kind of! ☺️
Loving M sounds like the “I’m Going To Change My Baby’s Diaper” song, another tune I’ve made up. And yes, you guessed it! I sing it to him when he’s on the changing table and, if he’s fussy, more often than not it calms him down and makes him flash that toothless grin. I can literally feel my heart almost burst when he recognizes the lyrics to these mommy and me songs. He loves music! He’s started to sing along with me too.
I adore his voice.
He’ll try to mimic my la la la’s and is having a blast with discovering new ways to make noises. I swear he knows that if he starts to “sing” that’s the fastest way to get mama’s attention. We love to sing together and hear our voices echo off the walls.
His presence has truly made this house a home.
Loving him looks like laundry piles of tiny clothes that he’s so quickly outgrowing and carefully laid rows of sanitized bottles and binkies. It also looks like me staring at him through the baby monitor while simultaneously flipping through pictures that I took of him that day. And even after the most exhausting of days, this love makes me miss him as soon as he falls asleep for the night.
He’s my “precious cherub” and I’d do anything for him. Currently trying to figure out how to make time slow down. Any mamas out there figured that part out yet?
*runs off to ugly cry happy tears of gratitude*
