How lucky am I to have seen your first smile? To have heard your first word? To watch you crawl, then stand, and finally take your first step? I’ve been with you every step of the way, growing right alongside you. We are in this together, you and me. We’ve played for hours – peek-a-boo, pat-a-cake, and hide and seek. You’ve smiled at me a million times, and you’ve made me smile a million more.
How lucky am I to have watched you transform from baby to boy to young man? Right before my eyes, you’ve grown, and yet even as I look at you, I can’t see you growing. It’s sort of magical, really. The changes are so very subtle from one day to the next but suddenly you stand up and you’re two inches taller and looking less and less like a little boy. Oh how I wish you still fit just right in my arms again, but how lucky am I to watch you grow?
How lucky am I to have your arms thrown around my waist? “Mommy, girl,” you say as you embrace me with such force you nearly knock me right down. I love that you call me ‘mommy girl.’ “I love you too much!” you say with a voice that sounds more grown up than I’m used to. I love you too, so very much.
How lucky am I to share this life with people I love? To share moments and make memories? To laugh and play and love so fiercely? Having kids has made me lucky, maybe the luckiest in the whole world. To love and to be loved is about as lucky as we can get.
