J reminded me last night that it was 1 year ago that we found out I was pregnant – he remembered the date was Sept 20th. The next nine months weren’t always fun (esp. at the end), but I knew my child would be worth it. Now that Riley’s here, I can say that I underestimated the amount of joy I would derive from being a mom. “Mom” is a title that still seems a bit foreign to me, but I’m slowly getting used to it.
Today when I drove up to Diane’s house, the kids were out in the yard playing and I heard Jack (2) & Kylie (3) call out “Riley’s mom!” to announce my arrival. It struck me that I’m known by many different names:
Sweetie to Jonathan
Baby Girl to my parents
Shelbonzo/Bonzo/Bonz to my
Shelbs to my
But being Mama to Riley puts a smile on my face like nothin’ else.
My friend Kristen (Mama to Nate) posted these lyrics on her blog this week and I thought I’d pass them on to y’all:
our vows they started breathing
and they took on flesh and blood
and we held them in our arms
and tasted God was good
Amen and amen,
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