Since I was a young child, and for as long as I can remember, my Mom would tell me she loved me. I’d say, “I love you too” and she’d respond “I love you MORE”. I’d argue back, “No, I love YOU more.” And every single time she’d insist that it’s not possible to love her more than she loves me, and that one day I’d understand once I became a mother myself.
Well, here I am. And I get it now.
My daughter, Charlee, was born 3.5 weeks ago and I find myself telling her that I love her multiple times a day. Sometimes I even say out loud that I know she loves me too, but that I love her more…
And in those moments, I think of my Mom. I finally understand what she meant. I think it makes me love her more deeply than I even loved her before (though I’m sure, truly, not more than she loves me).
I love you, Mom.
I love you, more, Charlee Ann.
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