cylas Of Food and Love: cylas turns 6
by Mommy Hobbies
In my napsack stash
There was nothing spectacular about my first day of motherhood or even hours leading up to it. The experience of becoming a mother for the first time was very overwhelming and disorienting, to say the least. Some people are so ready for it and shoot mother love twinkle dust from their eyes. Not me. I couldn’t figure out what was going on or how to even have my baby. At first, I knew that I didn’t want an epidural. Then, after feeling the contractions, I decided NOT having an epidural was crazy and just plain stupid. Somehow I wish I had stuck with my first desire.
It took all night and well into the morning. Finally, our little boy arrived. Head full of black silky hair, puffy eyes and a little worse for wear. The birthing process hadn’t been an easy one.
Then, motherhood. I nursed, so there were constant feeding times and my life took on more of a dairy cow quality than anything else. Days turned into nights which turned into days and more nights of little to no sleep and crying, crying, crying from that little bundle. Dude. Motherhood is no joke.
But then, he turned one.
And today, the boy that introduced me to motherhood, he just turned six.
My sweet, sweet boy. His imagination is unparalleled and his verve for life is contagious. I love the conversations I have with this little man, he is so insightful, caring, curious, adventurous. So many things wrapped up in my boy.
I love you honey, you introduced me to motherhood and, now, I’m hooked. Thank you for teaching me how to love through pain, to love through irritation, to love with a pure love. My baby boy, Cy.