This post has been rattling around my head for a while now, but I am now only getting the chance to write about it.
Now that I'm a mom....I view the world in a different light. For instance, when I'm watching tv and I see any scene with parents in it, especially moms, I really connect with it. Like when I watch reality tv shows and I see the moms cheering on their kids, with such pride in their faces if their kid makes it, or such agony when their child doesn't, something just resonnates with me. It's like, I can connect with other women out there who are moms, and I can just imagine the same joy or agony that I'd have if I was in their position with respect to Kaua. Or when I see commercials, such as the olympics P&G commericals where they boast that they are the "proud sponsor of moms", I get warm fuzzy feelings inside and feel as if the commercial is speaking to me. It's surreal, because I've seen these same types of commericals or scenes prior to Kaua being born, and I wouldn't have even thought twice about them, but now that I'm a mom....everything is different.
I know my DH feels the same; when we see news reports of parents abusing children or other horrible things happening to children our paternal intincts kick in and we cringe at the thought that anything bad should happen to our son. We comment that we feel so thankful that nothing has happened and feel so grateful for his health. (In fact, every night, I say a prayer thanking God for Kaua and my husband and asking that he keep them safe, happy, healthy and successful for their entire lives and my entire life.)
I know that many of you other mommies feel the same, because I've read similar posts before. But now I can say, I know what it's like, and I know what you mean. Being a mom makes everything so different.
And in closing, here is my little man, who is exactly 3 months old today.
He's doing tummy time. As you can see, he still isn't super great at holding himself up, but we're trying and practice makes perfect. He has recently been able to somehow move himself around while on his back. He kicks so much with his legs that he is able to inch worm his way around on his playmats while on his back. He moves so much that he created two little knots in the back of his hair that I had to cut out! And of course, he's still as handsome and perfect as ever in my eyes.
