My own honest and somewhat witty recollection of my journey from a bright eyed girl who wholeheartedly believed in the american dream to a soulful survivor and stay at home mom still finding my way after a disparaging dose of economic reality.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
First Born Blessing
I have always compared motherhood to that saying about "...wearing your heart on your sleeve." You suddenly cannot hide your feelings and start expressing all of your emotions so much more freely and openly for the entire world to see as you witness and react to your child's many experiences.
The whole amazing journey of conception, pregnancy, labor, and birth for the first time is somewhat overwhelming and indescribable, but, the emotions of motherhood and what that little person brings into your life is something that you could easily never stop talking about. I swore to never become so consumed by motherhood that I lost sight of myself and had nothing else to express, but, when I held my own little miracle, he tugged at my heart so strongly and I was instantly smitten, and, have been ever since that first encounter.
So, yes, I have joined the ranks of proud mothers everywhere who never miss a photo opportunity, love peeking in late at night and watching them sleep, and realizes there is nothing more endearing than hearing them call me, "Mommy."
I have also learned from him over the years that it is irrelevant whether he is 5 months or 5 years old or even 55, for that matter! He will always be my precious baby boy and I am truly blessed and honored to be his mother and I would like to finish this entry by sharing a special poem with you about a first born child.
This poem, I received at my baby shower from my mother, is something that I proudly display in my home and I have read it often before and throughout his life and it has become a heartfelt blessing from me to my precious first child as I watch him grow a little more each day:
Our First Child - by J. Morse
Oh how we planned and waited
For the moment of your birth
Of all our little miracles
You were the very first
The first to hold, to raise, to love
And fill our days with fun
From your first tooth to your first steps
We counted memories one by one
The years passed by so quickly
And soon we realized
Dear first born, you were growing up
Right before our eyes
We have cherished every moment
And we wanted you to know
You have brought real joy into our lives
And we love you so
Image Credit: I also received this beautiful statue entitled, "New Life," from my sister in law after my son's birth and it is part of the Willow Tree Collection by a very talented sculptor named Susan Lordi. I remember that feeling of completeness my husband and I shared as we gazed upon our newborn son.
Since then, I have become a huge fan of this artist and have collected some more of her sculptures which all have a tender and embracing quality as much as this one, but, this piece will always be the one I will cherish the most.
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ReplyDeleteYou are so correct. Motherhood does make you wear your heart on your sleeve. When my kids see tears in my eyes, they simply ask...'are you happy, sad or mad?' I never thought about it until I read your post that my feelings have surfaced ever since becoming a Mom.
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