10 years ago today I was handed a red-faced, screaming baby and called mom. I want to say that I was overcome with maternal instinct. That I instantly became this title. Mother.
The fact is however, that I was terrified.
What was I supposed to do now?
Surely they are not going to leave me alone with this tiny little baby and expect me to keep him alive, ALL BY MYSELF!!?!
But they did.
Later that evening I remember looking over at him in his little plastic bed and we locked eyes.
His eyes pierced my very soul.
That was when it came rushing in like a flood.
I will never forget that look.
The look of dependency.
The look of questions.
The first time to feel such a powerful love. The kind you would do anything for.
This creature was mine.
I could do this.
This morning I was awaken by those same eyes a decade later.
"Mom, Can I sleep in here for just a little while?"
I smiled and rearranged the covers and got him settled in.
"Happy birthday, son."
He smiled and we locked eyes.
"Thank you, mom"