The Little Moments That Make Me a Mother
From the time I found out I was pregnant I eagerly awaited the day my baby would arrive and make me a mother. I envisioned myself having this transformation the moment she arrived, a sort of “A-ha!” moment, but once little Fern arrived, I didn’t have that “Aha!” moment where I immediately felt like a mother.
I wondered when it would come, over the following months I realized that it isn’t one single moment that makes one a mother, it’s a series of little moments that happen over time. In the almost six months that I’ve been a mother I’ve been lucky enough to experience many of these little “mother-making-moments”.
Taking Fern to the ocean and seeing her face light up with excitement and wonder as the breeze brushed against her face and she felt the sand and surf on her tiny toes…that was a little moment that made me a mother.
The first night that Fern slept in her own room and I snuggled up next to the baby monitor all night, sleeping maybe three hours total from getting up at least 18 times to sneak into her room to make sure she was breathing … that was a mother-making moment.