I have always told myself that I would never become one of those overreacting, annoying mothers that won’t shut up about their children. About their achievements and how absolutely adorable and completely perfect they are. I have promised not to become such a mother. I have promised to be objective and to keep my emotions inside.
Yet, here I am today, writing an article about my awesome son. Because, on a rainy day in November, my first-born baby came into my life and he immediately started shining like a small sun, just for me and only mine, in the dark winter sky. Since that day, he has shed a brighter and stronger light in my everyday routine, making all things look much more beautiful. He has changed everything. My life, my world view — and me for that matter.
You see, before having him, I thought I had already met love in every size and shape. But, the very moment when my little boy opened his eyes in the hospital and looked into mine, even that changed. A kind of love powerful, unfailing and unselfish has filled my heart. Love that felt natural as breath and that I have never experienced before.
Everything else suddenly faded and all that really mattered was the tiny creature I was holding in my arms. The baby, brought into this world by his father and me, came to make our world a better place to live in.
Now, our little angel is not a baby anymore. He is almost four and has grown to become a proper little man. He is not perfect of course, since nobody really is, but he is becoming better day by day. With every inch that he grows, he becomes wiser. With every new experience that he has, he becomes smarter. And I can’t help but be so proud of him for every new thing that he learns and for every careful –or hastier– step that he takes in this life. I will be there for him even when he is wrong and even he won’t want me anywhere near him.
Because, as everyone else, we have our bad moments sometimes. Fights and screams and a lot of scolding may take place at some point, but this doesn’t matter to either of us. All these things only make our relationship more real and stronger. And each time, after the storm passes, his little arms around my neck show me that he has forgiven me; that he loves and needs me.
I can’t hide how extremely happy I am about that. Being his mother is the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me. Having a child like him, is more that I have ever dreamt of. It is a real marvel.
Many times before, I have wished for a miracle to come my way. Aren’t we all, sooner or later, entitled to a miracle in our lives, anyway? And then I have a look little face, asleep next to me. And it dawned on me. I have realized that I already have a miracle in my life. My own little miracle, who calls me Many times before, I wished for a miracle to come my way. Aren’t we all, sooner or later, entitled to a miracle in our lives, anyway? And then I have a look at that little face, asleep next to me. And it dawns on me. I realize that I already have a miracle in my life. My own little miracle, who calls me mama.