When I dropped him off at day care and felt like I’d left my heart behind.
When I handed him over to a teacher at day care so she could get to know him. He looked at me with concerned eyes and I wanted to take him and run.
When I stare at him while he’s playing and find myself smiling at all the things he’s learning.
When I hold him long after he’s gone to sleep just to keep him near me.
When I called his day care everyday for a month just to see how he was doing.
When my heart flutters every time he says mama.
When a baby he was playing with snatched a toy away and hurt his feelings, my heart broke. (then he did the same a week later to another baby! J)
When I held a 7 lb 2 oz little person and knew I’d do ANYTHING to protect him.
That’s when I knew I was a mom.