One of my greatest friends became a mom yesterday for the first time. I was rather emotional getting texts about the labor, seeing his picture for the first time, and then getting to hold the sweet little one. I also spent much of the day remembering how I first became a mom. The long labor. The first time we met. The week in the NICU after. The transition home. And on and on.
It really is crazy to me that I have been a mom for 17 months. My journey has only begun even though we are much farther ahead from where we were the day he was born. Honestly, I still have many moments where I get a little overwhelmed at the thought of mothering and parenting for the rest of my life. I have times where I sit and think about how much more Henry has to learn and grow and change and it can get a little scary. I remind myself that I am not doing this alone. I need to take it one day at a time and truly cherish the calling I have on my life to be a mom.
I can honestly say that having Henry in our life has made it better than I could have ever imagined. (Harder yes, but hard things can be good things). The amount of growth that I have personally experienced since he has been born has been unlike anything I had ever imagined. The love I have for his precious little life is deeper than I knew was possible. I am blessed to be called mom. [Even when it is overwhelming at times]