in these arms // thoughts on motherhood

It felt fitting to get a picture of my baby in his element. On this hip, in these arms.

He needs mommy, all the time. From the moment he gets up, to the minute his eyes shut. (And then some. )

It’s not enough that he can sit in the front of the shopping cart, an arms reach from mama. He needs to be in my arms, where he can hold me, smell me.

It isn’t enough that I sit on the floor, laughing and playing with him - he must sit in my lap. His little nest.

And at night, when he’s so tired he can’t sleep, he rests his little body in my arms , where he feels so safe and warm his mind tells him it’s ok to fall asleep. Mamas right here. This is his comfort place.

Does it sound like I’m complaining? I’m definitely not. It’s an amazing wonder to be this child’s safe place.

Is it inconvenient at times? Sure, I concede to that. But when I think of what mama is to this little boy- his whole world - I don’t mind if supper is late or laundry isn’t done. If he wants me to hold him, nurse him to sleep, I will.

I know it won’t be too much longer before he decides that kissing mama is not for ‘big boys, is embarrassed to hold my hand in public , and wriggles away from my hugs.

So I’ll hold him. 🤍