Last week my friend gave birth to a wonderful girl.
A couple of days after the delivery I went to her home to see the little new family member. There she was, lying on my friends bed like a little baby bear softly surrounded by cushins and her blanket. A new little life merely a week old.
I expected it would be a loving moment to finally see the baby that my friend had carried for 9 months, as I have a very soft spot for kids and waiting for your bestie's baby arrival is a big deal. Yet I was so moved to see how my friend did everything to make her daughter feel well, the loving and caring gestures were so touching to observe. She did so well and I am really proud of her.
Listening to my friend's considerations and concerns about all the little, yet very important, details related to her daughter's well-being reminded me about all the hopes and dreams I had, when I became a mother myself.
Much has changed in my life since I became a mother for the first time 16 years ago, but the essence of the feelings are actually the same.
The huge and in many ways unconditional love for my four boys is present in my daily life, the tenderness and the willingness to strech to be there for them remains intact, but some days are tough and all the practical must do's make me forget why we got inrolled in the crazy family life with everything that comes along with it.
So this beautiful babygirl reminded me why I am a mother, when I least expected it - and I really needed that!