I remember the day I took this a little over a year ago.Paperwork had all been signed, the nurses and (slightly pushy) feeding
consultants had stopped traipsing through our hospital room and the Hubs
was busy gathering up our stuff.
It was almost time to take little E-man home.
My hand was shaking a bit from sheer giddiness at the prospect of getting him home to our family...and partly from trying not to startle him.
The prospect of how I was going to manage to be a mother to two boys was very much on my mind and heart. Inadequacies and possible shortcomings loomed over me. They loomed and encroached until those few tiny seeds were beginning to take root...
Until.
Until I looked down and saw this precious little bundle.
Perfection doesn't fit into the equation of being a good Mom.
Love does.
7 comments:
Oh, so true, Anna!
We get so caught up, though, in the image of perfection. It's really love, love, love.
Sweet, sweet post. (precious photo)
You are so right! That's something we all need to remember! Thanks for sharing, love the photo of your sweet little boy.
Kristin @ Adventures of a Betty Crocker Wanna Be
BTW, you have a beautiful blog. I would love to follow you. :))
This is a beautiful picture. He was so new !
Completely completely true!
welcome to mono monday!!! I love this post all together. I felt like I was there. Can't wait to have another baby :) Thanks for sharing your picture with us and I turely look forward to more photos from you. You have inpired me and I am sure I am not the only one. Happy monday (almost tuesday here)
xo Alysha
Just gorgeous-- perfect-- priceless. I remember so well the shaky giddiness.
(happy sigh) Good memories.
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