The day you were born, I changed in more ways than I could have imagined.
I’ve always been a worrier, but now it’s different, more profound.
My heart beats a little faster, a little harder.
I feel the pounding with a fierce intensity.
Little things cause my eyes to open wide at night.
What did I hear? Are you ok? Do you need me?
You cough and I break a cold sweat.
It’s going to be this way forever isn’t it?
When you fall and scrape your knee…
when you run to a friends house and forget to tell me…
When I call and you don’t answer…
when you are late for curfew…
I’m always going to have this panic.
Because you are mine.
Because you ARE me.
You are my heart.
Forever my heart.
When you are sick, I am broken.
When you are hurt, I feel pain.
Today I sat with you still against my chest.
Your heated little body content to be with me.
Not wanting me to let you go.
I will never let you go.
Even when you are grown.
You are mine. I am yours.
And I know I’ll never be the same.
It’ll never be the way it was before I was a mother.
And that’s ok.
Perfect. And so painfully true.
-Abby
Beautifully written. Reading this brought tears to my eyes.
i found this not too long ago and fell in ♥ with it. found you through LBS
Devan @ Accustomed Chaos
http://accustomedchaos.blogspot.com
That was beautiful! My kids are 11 and 14 and you never stop worrying. The worries just change. Motherhood is amazing.
Glad I stopped by via the UBP!
Have a great week!
I loved that!
So so true. I was reminded of this yesterday in fact. The other day my three year old took off running to the street. Caught him but it scared me to death. Then yesterday I was driving past a driving range and saw a car pull in the parking lot as two 8 year olds were playing in the lot not paying attention.
Reminded me that I'll always have to worry!
Straight to the heart with this one, Erin. Gooooorgeous.