Monday, December 14, 2009
To be Mom
Hijo and I got sick when we were in Denver last weekend. He spent Saturday evening throwing up, and I spent Saturday evening with a towel under his chin trying to catch it. He had a rough time sleeping that night, and for the first time in his life let me snuggle him in bed with me. As he lay in a ball on my chest, me with a headache and him periodically putting his little hand on my face to make sure I was still there, both of us smelling of vomit and diaper rash cream, I was full of love. I thought, surely this is what it means to be Mom.
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You are right there. some of the most tender moments in raising you and your sister were when you were in need of comfort and not your usual independent selves. No mother likes to see their child not feeling well, but there is something deep within us that responds to that childs need. I was amazed at how good he was considering how poorly he felt. You truly have an amazing son.
MOM
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