When I was a little girl I always dreamed of what life would be as a grown-up. More than anything, I wanted to be a Mommy. When I got married and became pregnant, I looked forward to the day when I could hold my precious baby in my arms, hear that first cry, see that first smile. I couldn't wait to make my baby laugh; to play, to dance.
Just a moment ago, I looked at my beautiful boy, and simply gave him a smile. In return I received the biggest, most joyful grin. He kicked his feet and waved his arms, smiled and squeeled with glee. Moments like these capture the essence, the joys of motherhood. I am reminded of the little girl with the wide brown eyes, holding her doll and wishing on a star that it would come to life. Even then, I had such a desire to nurture.
Here I am today, slightly overwhelmed with responsibility, slightly concerned about the future, but so filled with love. We may not be finished with school, or have a lot of money. We live in a tiny, little apartment, but I feel like I am rich. I have what is more precious than gold; they are in the form of a man and a little boy.
So, even in the hustle and bustle of daily life, I am reminded to stop, smile, and appreciate the little things.