Seven years ago today, I walked into a hospital lobby in the wee hours of the morning for a scheduled c-section. I was frightened and thrilled, all at the same time. I knew that I would be a mother by the end of the day but I didn’t know what that truly meant.
Now I know what it means. I know what it’s like to feel chubby little arms around your neck and sloppy wet kisses on your cheeks. What it’s like to hear “Mom? Mom? Mom? MOM?” a million bazillion times a day. What it’s like to hold out your hand in a parking lot and feel a tiny hand slip into it. What it’s like to be a hero to a little girl, even though you’re full of imperfections.
I know what it’s like to have your child write you a story for your birthday when she is only four years old:
I know what it’s like to live Happily Ever After.
(Happy Birthday, Lauren! Mama loves you!)
< ![CDATA[Oh, that's so sweet!!!]]>
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