It was eight years ago today that I woke up around 12:30am jumping out of bed & yelling at my husband.
“Why would you kick me in the back?!” I yelled, beyond irritated.
Dumbfounded he replied, “I didn’t.” And he looked at me like I had finally completely lost my mind.
Three hours later I was holding my son in my arms, four weeks earlier than expected.
I remember this photo, this moment like it was yesterday. The surreal sunrise at the end of the night I never slept. At this moment it was all real. I was a mum. I hadn’t so much as changed a diaper in my life, let alone cared for newborn. As it happens though, what they say about motherhood is true: when that baby arrives you are instantly and irrevocably changed and you will do anything for that little person.
Like knit a giant transportation blanket just because he asked you to….
And knit him a hat in his favourite color .
When I look at this eight-year-old boy, my heart swells — someday it might just burst through my chest. I couldn’t be prouder of the young man my first baby is growing into and I feel lucky every day that I get to be his mum.
I love you, Aldo — Happy Birthday!