I stood there, very early this morning holding my sleeping son.
His head heavy on my shoulder.
His breath on my neck.
His lips brushing my hair.
I realized we are not born Mothers. Our children make us in to them.
Something that seemed so obvious at 3AM today, took me over four years to fully understand.
Sometimes it’s the tiny moments that change us the most.
12 guests here now.
So sweet. And so true. xo
By syd on 2008 12 17
You’re totally right there. There’s no way I was born a mother, but somehow I am one and that didn’t happen at the moment the boy was born.
By Vic on 2008 12 17
this reminds me of a song by the Bare Naked Ladies - on their Anacktime CD.
“There are things that make me mad - you are not one of them. There are things that make me sad - you are not one of them. There are things that make me Dad - you seem to be all of them.”
By andra on 2008 12 17
this is soooooooooooooooooooooo true for me.
By Aimee Greeblemonkey on 2008 12 17
Very true hon. Very true!
It’s these moments that are SO worth it.
By Jamie on 2008 12 17
Yes, yes, yes! Every night, ‘round about two a.m., our five-year-old half sleep-walks into our room and snuggles between us until morning. He is so, so sweet—beautiful everything. I don’t even mind when he accidentally elbows me in the face! And every night, before he goes to bed (in his own bed) he asks me to snuggle with him - and when I forget to go in there before he’s asleep, I really regret it - I think that’s one more chance I missed!
By Joan on 2008 12 17
Yes, I often have those kind of revelations at 3am. They’re the best kind to have!
By Carrie on 2008 12 18
I love your post and I also love how Jackson referred to you as “Mrs Finger”. So classic.
By Michelle on 2008 12 18
You put that so lovingly. Now, excuse me, I need to get to T-mobile.
By patois on 2008 12 19
Very sweet. I had a “wow I *MADE* this kid - that’s really a miracle” moment this past week. Funny how those moments seem to happen when they’re finally resting peacefully.
By Colleen - Mommy Always Wins on 2008 12 19
Patois, I know, right? And Michelle, totally, if you’re going to promote yourself on a site PLEASE for the love of GOD know what site you’re promoting on.
Jackson? You chose the wrong post, honey. If you wanted to give ME a free flight in honor of putting something on my blog we could’ve chatted because you know how all mommy bloggers are hand-out whoring types. So, sorry, I’m deleting it as spam.
By Mrs. Flinger on 2008 12 20
Nicely said, Leslie. I have moments like this when I get up in the middle of the night for my own pottie break and I check in on my son and see him sleeping all snuggled up in his Cars and camoflauge blankets, with toys strewn all around the bed.
And just the other day I was sitting on the couch watching him use the computer like a pro, watching his little wheels turn as he clicked through the screens and did his thing. Watching his face glow in the light from the monitor and Christmas trees I thought, “Wow. This amazing kid didn’t come out of me, but he is made up from a part of me, and he’s part of my life every day forever.”
It was the same feeling as when I first brought him home from the hospital. I don’t think I did anything but just stare at him and watch him breathe and be amazed that whole first week.
By Scott on 2008 12 20