For some, there is an immediate bond formed with ones child at the instant of conception. Others feel that first stirring of attatchment when they feel the first flutters signaling the movement of their babe developing in their womb. Still others know an instant and deep love the moment their eyes set upon the helpless wiggling creature at birth. For me, the love for my children has been a slow and steady progression day by day. Each time one of them has cried or smiled, rolled over or crawled, cringed from a sour taste or splashed in the bath, the deep and abiding love has grown and grown until I am now deeply and permanently in love. Each one for his own strengths and sweetness, has a permanent chunk of my heart.
For awhile now, B has been calling me "mom" or "mommom" or "mamamamamamama". Yesterday, however, B crawled up to me, raised his arms in the air and proudly proclaimed, "Mommy." How could my heart not melt on the spot? I scooped him right up for a big snuggle and lots of kisses. The sounds of his giggles are still ringing in my ears, and a slightly bigger chunck of heart is now permanently in his possession.
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