Things I Treasure These Days

My daughter is seven weeks old now, and I am trying to figure out my changed life as a stay-at-home-mom with a baby, someone I never thought I’d be. At the same time, I’m desperately treasuring her little mannerisms, cataloguing them in my mind to always have them, even when she grows.

  • The feel of her feet and legs moving when she’s against me, especially when she sea to move them without thinking.
  • Wearing her.
  • Seeing her clasp her hands in front of her, or grab her ear, or touch the little hairs behind her ear.
  • When she’s watching me quietly.
  • When she startles and clutches me.
  • The way she trusts me and feels safe with me. I think.
  • The little tongue flutter when she’s comfort nursing.  It tells me that she’s getting comfort from it.
  • She’s very curious-I love the wonderment on her face and her wide blue eyes-they study me while she’s nursing.
  • I tell her I love her and softly stroke her cheek. Her eyes usually close as I do this, and I hope she associates that feeling with the feeling of love.
  • Feeling her hair on my chin as she sleeps on my chest.

She can make me feel like I’m the only person in the world.  Life is good right now. Tired but good.

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