Mondays at HH are dedicated to all things Mommy. It's the one thing you can count on around here. Usually.
This one, he is my heart. His gaze is simple. His eyes beam with love in my direction. He is the calmest child until I walk into the room and then he wiggles and kicks until I pick him up, where he instantly stills and coos.
He’s bigger than average, his head size at the top of the chart. He doesn’t crawl yet, but he’s itchin’ to go. We’ll all be in trouble when he becomes mobile.
The nine month mark was a turning point in my relationship with my daughter, and as he nears that, I can feel such a similar emotion swelling and rising in me. With both of my children, it has taken seven or eight months to transition into being their mother. The beginning is about healing and learning, hormones and humans balancing. I don’t know if I take longer than most, but I am just now starting to feel good, even.
Already, the mother and son connection is different from the mother and daughter. It is less complicated. It feels like we give each other more grace.
