I remember tossing and turning – falling in and out of sleep; Bryan’s snoring was guaranteeing that I would be pretty bleary eyed for my first mother’s day traditional breakfast in bed. As I rolled over one more time I heard a little cry, it would seem my little teething Nator Gator was up, again. Although I was tired, the part of me that was so excited for this first mother’s day wanted to see his little face and cuddle him tight. Quietly, I crept in and sure enough he was wide awake and the moment he saw my face he broke into the biggest smile that would melt any one’s heart. I scooped him up, changed him, applied some anbesol to his teeth and began feeding him his bottle. Hungrily, I feasted on his content little face as he drank away; growing sleepier and sleepier. Once finished he cuddled in next to me and finished falling asleep in my arms. I just sat there rocking him for just a few more minutes relishing this little angel that was sent to us. As I got up and started to settle him into the crib, his eyes opened sleepily and he looked up at me and smiled. Happy, I turned away so that I didn’t encourage him to stay awake and I heard him say the most beautiful word – Mama. He rolled over and cuddled into his blanket and began to snore lightly and I went back to bed with a smile on my face. He has been talking for awhile – going back and forth between Mama and Dada with a few other words thrown in but this Mama was sweet and special to me. I know there are going to be all kinds of moments that come with being a Mom; moments of pain, of pride, of disappointment and definitely moments of happiness. I want to store the sweet moments away and remember them during the rough times so that I always cherish my son and our family. Being a mom makes me so much more thankful for my Mother and makes me remember some of the things we did together that will always be special to me. As photographers, we always talk about how photos are important because they help us remember and they freeze moments in time but photographs are just one part of it. Stopping and taking the time to record things in our own words and creating a catalog of all of life’s miracles is just as important. I don’t want to just remember the frames that Nate and Bryan painted for me that were my gift – I want to remember my baby contentedly saying my name and making me feel so full of joy and love that I thought I would burst.
As a way to finish this post and give thanks to my son – here is a photo from one of Nate’s recent sessions with a photographer friend of mine – Nataschia during her all about boys limited edition sessions. This is my little smoosh – serious and silly all at the same time
Happy Mother’s day to every mom out there . . .
Wishing you friendship and love,
Amanda
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