Motherhood

My dear daughter,

Before I had you, I thought about how hard it would be to become a Mom.

Everyone told me about how much I'd have to give up.

Sleep, dates, alone time, shopping for myself, even showers some days.

Becoming a mother meant sacrifice.

And there are days when the laundry and diapers and nursing totally exhaust me.

Many days.

But then I hear you wake up from your nap.

I hear you happily talking to yourself with that sweet little voice, and the sound warms my soul.

I peak into your crib and you smile with your whole being -

just because you see ME.

It's in that moment that the word "sacrifice" disappears from my vocabularly.

What I've done for you pales in comparison to what you do for me each and every day,

every time you smile from head to toe at the sound of my voice,

every time your tiny little hand finds my own

every time you lay your sweet little head against me.

I've done nothing for you, my child.

You have done EVERYTHING for me.