The Love of A Mother


Poor Little C.  Yesterday when she woke up, she was complaining about having “something in me eye” (she talks like a pirate sometimes) and kept rubbing her little lids.  By mid day it was clear based on her blood shot and gooey globes that we were dealing with a case of pink eye.  We had already been to the doctor the day before due to her fever and nasty cough, but scheduled another appointment where we learned that not only did sweet Little C have pink eye, her upper respiratory virus had turned into pneumonia.  Needless to say, the last couple of nights have been pretty crummy.  Our babe is up coughing most of the nights, and sleeps in short stretches.  Her inhaler makes her a bit nutty so she has a hard time settling into sleep.

Thanks to all of this lovely sickness going on, I haven’t had a chance to write much or post pictures and for that I apologize.  Obviously my sweetie comes first and blogging takes a backseat when she is not well.  However, spending time with my sick little love had me thinking about how deeply we care for our children, and how I never knew that I was capable of so much love.  We feel their pain, celebrate their joys and suffer their sadness.  When Little C is sick, I just feel so badly for her, so helpless.  All that I want to do is make her feel better, and when she is wracked by coughs and crying that her eyes hurt, I would do anything to take away her pain.  

I can’t help but be amazed by how much things changed when I became a mom.  I am no longer the number one priority, my own needs will always take a backseat to ensure that my love is cared for.  It is simply amazing that I get to be Little C’s mom.  I get to be her comfort, her anchor-when she is hurting she comes to me to be snuggled and to feel safe.  I am so blessed that I get to have this experience; I get to love unconditionally and with abandon, I get to be loved deeply in return.  And that is what we, as mothers, do.  We love deeply and our love transcends time and space.  A mother’s love is not limited to humans.  A mother’s love is primal, something that is ingrained into every species, clearly depicted through these heartfelt moments that have been captured.  Sometimes there is nothing better than looking at sweet pictures of mommas with their babies, so I leave you with these images, and a quote…

“The moment a child is born, the mother is also born.  She never existed before.  The woman existed, but the mother, never.  A mother is something absolutely new.”  ~Rajneesh