I was already a mom when you came along.
For the two years before you arrived, I raised your big sister and started the process of learning who I was now that being a parent was a part of my role. I had finally felt like my feet were underneath me, when I knew you were about to come in and change it all. I welcomed it … I knew what a blessing you’d be… but I also was nervous that I wouldn’t know how to do it.
So before they laid you on my chest… I PRAYED. I prayed hard that I would have the same love for you that I did for her. Because you, little man, were about to make me a mom of two.
And you were about to make me a boy mom.