It’s taken me every bit of these three years to fully embrace the gift of motherhood; to feel somewhat comfortable in my mother skin.
People comment all the time that Jackson is lucky to have me as his Mama; but I think it’s the other way around.
He’s the greatest gift I’ve ever received.
He’s saved me from my own selfishness.
He’s shown me that love needs no words.
Love is those big brown eyes sparkling.
It’s the pouty lips kissing mine.
It’s his little arms wrapped tightly around my neck.
Moments that are just as powerful as those three little words falling from someone’s lips.
Being his mother is proof that family has nothing to do with blood and biology.
Love is bigger than all that.
Motherhood is full of mundane moments; but there is magic in the mundane.
And I’m thankful for each magical moment I get to spend with him.
I am honored to be Jackson’s Mama; humbled that God entrusted him to me.