Becoming a Mom

Becoming a Mom

  • Submitted By: Suey
  • Date Submitted: 03/03/2011 5:35 PM
  • Category: English
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​Up until October 1, 2001, I had always thought my life was full and complete.  I also thought, I knew what love was, and that love at first sight was for dreamers; the story writers.  I was happy; I was where I wanted to be and had it all.  Until I had laid eyes on my first born, baby boy.  Becoming a mother had transformed my life in a matter of seconds.  I had without knowing it, just gone through the most significant life experience.  
 
​As I sat on the hospital bed, I didn’t want to hear my name, or my mother call me “honey,” or my dad call me “sweetheart.” I didn’t hear the hustle and bustle in the hall way, or all the other screams and cries outside my door.  All I saw, heard and knew, was that I was holding the greatest gift from God,  but I couldn’t even see him through my tears.  What I felt was total recognition, unconditional love and complete trust.  In my heart that very instant I realized, everything I needed to know about life and love.  How honoured I was that God trusted me this much, that He knew I would guide and love this little human being till my very last day.  I remember being overwhelmed with so many elated emotions and not wanting to sleep, how could I? I sat watching my baby sleep, I found my mind spinning many miles out of control, I had so much to do, and change in my life.  There I was, making all these resolutions about how I was going to live my life better, saner and healthier.  All of sudden, the normal life I thought I had; I didn’t.  My life in a matter of hours had just changed.  I was someone’s mother!  
 
I wouldn’t buy my fruits and vegetables from just any grocery store,  it had to be organic, only the freshest food for my baby.  I would start shopping at all the farmers markets and buy whole-grain goodness.  More importantly, I started breast-feeding, immediately.  From the initial latch, it felt so normal and natural to me, it was like breathing.  At that moment, I knew I had started off right. Nothing was going to...

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