My dear baby boy,
Words can’t express the emotion that I feel for you as I watch
you sleep in my arms. This is the last day I have before returning back to
work, and I want to spend every second of it with you. I knew that I would love
you, but I didn’t know that it was possible to love you THIS MUCH.
I have had two glorious months with you outside of my body.
I have cherished each moment, the
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The first time holding Brody |
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The face of exhaustion |
Once all the hustle and bustle calmed down and we were alone
with you for the first time that night, I remember being suddenly overwhelmed
at the complete realization of the gravity of my responsibility for you. I was
beside
myself at the love that overflowed the depths of my soul in those quiet
moments and had no idea how much my love would continue growing. For the first
time, I cried…and I haven’t stopped.
I thought two months would be enough. Eight weeks originally sounded
like a long time to be stuck in a house during the winter. But it has flown by -
each day seemed shorter than the day before, and I have begged God to slow down
time so that I can hold you longer and love
you more.
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Side by side, 1 month apart |
And this is why I have to go back. As much as I don’t want
to leave you, I must. I have to. Because there are so many mommies and daddies
who may miss out on having these precious moments and memories with their baby
if I don’t. Every day there are people who make decisions because of fear,
doubt, and anxiety. They are afraid that this is the wrong time to have a
child, or their partner will leave them, or they just can’t be a parent. I wish
I could give each of them the gift of what I feel when I hold you, or see you
smile, or calm you when you cry. And by going to work every day, you let me do
this.
I know that there will be a lot of things I will miss: the
first time you roll over, the way you snuggle into my neck when it’s nap time,
the first time you really begin to play, maybe even your first word or first
step. But there will also be a lot of “lasts”: the last time you cuddle in my
arms, the last time you reach for me when you are upset, the last time you wrap
your entire hand around my finger. And I intend to make each moment in between
count.
So until I am able to come home every night and hold you
once again, I will bring with me the love and joy that I have when I see you. And
it is this hope that I will give to those who come to our Centers, so that they
may one day experience the gift that I get every time I am with you. I love
you, my precious child, and am blessed to share this love with all those around
me.