It’s a humbling experience, being a mama. Just when you think you have it all together God gives you this perfect little baby. That needs you. YOU. In more ways than you can count. In every minute of every day.
And it’s amazing.
Being a mama these past four months (wow, time flew) has taught me more about myself than the last 28 years before Jake did.
I’ve learned my limits. That I have none when it comes to Jake. I will be dead tired and grumbling choice words when I hear him start to stir in the middle of the night, but by the time my feet hit the floor and he’s whimpering I am wide awake and cannot get there fast enough. I cannot do enough for this child. I so greatly want every moment of his childhood to be the best moment. I work for every cuddle, every smile and every giggle.
I’ve learned patience. Oh boy have I learned patience.
I’ve learned love. It is a love too big for words. It is a love that defines you. It is a love that rivals all others. I love my husband with my whole heart. I love Jake with my whole being.
But most of all, I’ve learned grace. Overwhelming gratitude for my life. For the simplest things that we have. For living by beautiful water. For a roof over our heads that we can make our own. For sweet words that jump into my inbox each morning from those friends I know, and those I have yet to meet. For the smell of freshly bathed baby. For our cozy backyard filled with fresh flowers.
Being a mama. It’s the bees knees.