My son is 8 weeks old, and yet today … we just met for the first time. Yes, after 2 months of being with him day and night, this afternoon we locked eyes and met for the very first time.
I’ve stared at this sweet boy for hours at a time, in total awe that this perfect being is mine.
This baby boy has stared back at me since the day I helped deliver him and pulled him up upon my chest. But it wasn’t until this moment that we officially met.
He lifted his tiny little head with the most steady strength within his neck. And then I watched as his eyes almost shifted right before mine into a focus that they never were able to do up until that very moment.
They widened more than they ever had before.
He took a deep breath in, almost anxious as if he was looking at someone he’d never seen before. Because that was the case. For the first time he truly got to see his mother.
It was right then he saw my face, he locked his eyes with my own, and then after he took a few deep, fast breaths as I watched his tiny chest move up and down, he smiled incredibly big.
“There she is. That’s her. She’s the one who’s been feeding me and rocking me and soothing me and whispering in my ear when I was upset. There she is. I remember He promised me she would take care of me and love me. He told me that she would love me unconditionally, just as He always would. Today I actually, truly saw her. I met Mommy for the first time today.”
And just when a mother thinks there is no way she could possibly love a child more, she once again finds that the impossible, well … is absolutely possible.