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I am so in love with my baby I want to gobble him up. Sometimes I do nibble on him! His toes are tasty! I can't help myself!
My love is all the sweeter because I didn't fall in love with him until he was about 7 months old. PPD and just the intricacies of our relationship kept me a bit distant for a while, but when I did fall in love... whammo!
And now that he is a toddler, there is so much more to love. He gives hugs and kisses to every baby he meets (and I get some every day, too, though he reserves most of them for the babes). He hugs his dolls, cars, the dog and gives them sweet kisses, too. He mimicks everything I do, which I know is just his way to learn, but it feels like love, too. He is gentle and thoughtful, watching for a while in new situations. He communicates so much with his few words/signs/gestures. The other day his daddy set him up looking backward over the couch so he could watch the garbage truck. The rest of the day he kept signing, "more". When I said, "more what??" He would sign it again and then say, "pbpbpbpbpb" (the best way I can think to spell out the car sound, kwim?). He was asking for more garbage truck! He thinks I have the power to bring back the garbage truck! It awes me to have this child in my life, to have him love me, to have him learning from me. I am the luckiest mama alive.
And, as the bittersweet mamas have written, you can't love this much and not have that stab of fear. The two go hand in hand...