yours is the light by which my spirit’s born…
you are my sun,my moon,and all my stars
– e.e. cummings
I am a momma.
After six years of this being an irrefutable fact, I still have moments where I pause in awe that this is my truth.
I feel so very lucky to be a momma.
So I present this post to you, my sweet boy.
Happy happy birthday.I think the photo above was the second one ever taken of Finn. I didn’t take it (I was busy getting, um, reconstructed) but the alert look and slight smirk has always struck me as uncharacteristic to a person only minutes out here in the world. And, as you may have guessed, this was only the beginning of awestruck moments with this tiny human that grew inside me for 36.5 weeks.
How wonderful life is now you’re in the world – Elton JohnI carry your heart (I carry it in my heart) – e.e. cummingsAnd I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality,
I’d find you and I’d choose you. -Kiersten White, The Chaos of Stars Sometimes, you exasperate me to no end. Sometimes I feel like if I step on one more lego, I will throw them all out the window. Sometimes, I’m already fantasizing about a glass of wine or maybe even a stiff drink by 8:30 in the morning. But good gracious, child, I do love you so very very much.
I’m in awe of you. Your cleverness at constructing jokes and lego creations, your (sometimes elusive) sweetness, your humor. You are sensitive and goofy, tough and determined, and a pretty gifted shot with those nerf darts. Being your momma has pushed me beyond capabilities I couldn’t have even dreamed I had. It has deepened my sense of gratitude thousand-fold, motivated me to push forward as a business lady (me! your artist momma!), led me to more exhaustion than I thought was really survivable, and brought me so much joy.
Thank you, my darling boy, for giving me the job of being your momma. I celebrate you.