I never thought I’d be a mother. Here I am at 41 years of age…three weeks into being a mommy to a beautiful baby boy. I often find myself looking at him and thinking “Wow, I’m your momma bear.” I’m actually so very happy that I get to be his mommy, and I love getting to know him a little bit more every day.
I had an emergency C-section, so maternity leave has also been a time for me to heal. It still hurts when I walk or do little things around the house, so I’ve been in recovery mode. Right now, I’m giving myself grace for all the things I am not able to do at this time. I just carried a baby in my belly for 9 months this year and gave birth recently, so my mind, body, and soul are healing and in recovery. A good day for me can look like resting with our baby boy in my arms.
I’ve been on this earth for four decades, and sometimes I feel like I’ve lived several lifetimes before right now. Somehow, after just three weeks with our baby boy, it’s already hard to imagine what life felt like before he was here. I feel proud of all the degrees I’ve earned and everything I’ve worked so hard for, but nothing compares to the unconditional love I feel for our little baby boy.
