I’m a new momma. Or is is mama? I’ve been trying to figure that out ever since I became one. But apparently, it’s either. But I digress.
Since becoming one, I can now say with confidence: I get it. I completely, totally understand. Things that parents have been saying in books and articles and blog posts and conversations. Your child becomes your everything. Your child is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. Your child grows and changes every day. Your child’s first smile is what happiness grows from.
I’m overwhelmed with emotion. It seems nothing else matters besides this little family I’ve created. I could let everything else go, as long as my 3 boys are by my side. And it sounds so clichéd. Even writing it, I feel like I’ve heard people say this so many times before. I guess I always had figured it was true, it made sense and it seemed obvious; that having a child changes you and is the type of all consuming love one has never experienced before. But I had no idea how intense these emotions would feel. How my heart feels like it is bursting out of my chest when my little boy coos and smiles at me. I now know there was no way to comprehend these feelings until actually having my child.
So, I get it.
I want to show him the world. I want to protect him from evil and from sadness. I want him to experience all I’ve gotten to see, hear, eat, smell and taste. I want these things and so much more for him. And I want less for myself now. I get it.