It was morning when you became a father. I will never forget your face. You had tears in your eyes. You had the perfect new dad scruff beard. And you had this proud smile painted across your face.
You kissed me. You called me amazing. And you let me hold him first. Thank you for that.
You called him by his name. August Abram Buchanan, you said. And I remember it sounding like it was the first time I’d ever heard it. Even though we had been saying it over and over for about 6 months.
It wasn’t long til the doctors and nurses left, and it was just the three of us. For a little while, no one else in the world existed.
Motherhood hit me hard and fast and all at once. I wasn’t quite expecting how new and different life would be. I was becoming this whole new person. And I felt a little out of control at times. But watching you and listening to you kept me calm and kept me reminded that I was made to be a mother.
You sailed into fatherhood. A calm to my crazy. A father’s grace to my mother’s guilt. A man who was prepared. A man made to be a father.
You make me want to be a better mother everyday.
All my love,