Happy Birthday to my darling little Min today.
My baby turned 6 at 6.34am this morning. I will never forget him being born, I will never forget that feeling of touching his soft little head as he was being born from my body. I will never forget the feeling to push. I will never forget the agonising, burning pain, ripping through my body and celebrating it, knowing the honour of being this little childs Mumma. I would do it all again in a snap. It was worth every moment. I remember feeling through the strongest contractions it was like it was happening to someone else and I was watching it all happen from beside the bed.
I will never forget his wet, naked little body was laid on my naked body. Skin to skin, everything around me vanished, it was just he and I. Two little dark eyes squinted open in the light, black wells of velvet where I drowned, falling, falling, into those eyes, and six years later, they are still as dark as the day he was born. Still they capture me just as on that first day.
I hope I haven't been too 'gross' but I use my blog as a journal and these are the thoughts I have at this moment. Each of my boys birthdays I have a 'tug' feeling inside my chest. It's not so much a tight feeling, but just a tug. I cannot explain the love I have for them, it goes beyond words, as I am sure Mummas everywhere feel the same.
I feel very blessed and honoured to be given the opportunity to be the Mumma to these two beautiful, cheeky boys.
Do you ever feel overwhelmed with love that you cannot find the words?