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.
P.S. If my words resonate with you, I'd love for you to follow along. You can subscribe to my blog from the home page
Comments
Post a Comment