I cry because I'm SO overly in love with my baby boy. I cry because time is running away so much faster than it ever has before. I cry because I've lived my life so completely unaware of the love that my mother has for me. I cry because I want every single day to last forever, and at the same time, I wish, in the moment, that each day was over because sometimes being a mommy is really hard.
I cry for the moms who have lost their children way too soon, and I cry for the women who wish to be moms more than anything, and it's just not yet their time. And for some, it will never be their time. I cry because they will never know the deepest form of love. I cry for those moms who have babies with disabilities, and who probably cry more than me. And I cry when I hear a story of those special babies overcoming their disability.
My sense of empathy and compassion has exploded since I've had my baby boy. I feel everything so much stronger, and see everything so much more clearly.
The days of being carefree and caring only about myself are long gone. Spending my days wasting away the minutes with meaningless things are over, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
I love being a mom, but carrying so much love in my heart sure is hard on some days.
