Just when you think it can't any get deeper, it does.
I've always heard people say how the love grows, and I never believed it. Or understood it. It made me uncomfortable. How can you love something more than you already do?
Then I had a baby.
I loved her from the beginning. But I love her even more now.
And I'm learning. I'm learning how to be a mom. I'm learning how to fit this new role into my once selfish life. I'm learning how to be me while taking on the responsibilities of being a parent. I'm learning how to adjust to the changes it has brought and will forever bring into my life. I'm learning how to live with my mistakes. I'm learning how to listen to my instincts.
I've never had the desire to be a mom. It's never been something that I longed for or ever felt the urge to become.
Over the past few months I've heard phrases pop out of my mouth I never would've expected. Things like:
If I would've known how much I love being a mom, I would've started earlier.
I think that God knew how much I would love being a mom, and that's why I became pregnant so quickly after having Chloe. He knew what I wanted before I wanted it.
I am so fulfilled taking care of my daughter. I don't feel restless like I once did. I finally feel like I'm where I'm supposed to be.
Not that it's perfect all the time. Sometimes I need a break. Sometimes I don't enjoy it. And sometimes I have no idea what I'm doing. But I love it.
I love being a mom. Isn't it the best?