Missing my Newborn

The other day my heart ached for the newborn stage again. I miss cradling a featherweight tiny body in my arms. I have been soaking in all of the cuddles and snuggles I can get from baby Joe before he embraces his independence. Whenever he falls asleep for his naps I find myself holding him just a little longer instead of doing the dishes. I love feeling his soft hair tickle my chin and I love putting my lips to his face while he takes those deep sleepy breaths. He cut his first tooth on Saturday! He also likes pulling himself up on his knees and rocks back and forth when he sits on the floor. It's all going far too quickly!

I had the opportunity of watching a first time mom interact with her little one. I admired the care and attention she gave to her sweet baby girl.  I couldn't help but smile. It brought me back to myself four years ago when I was constantly worrying about this or that with my new baby, wondering if she was warm enough or comfortable enough, or happy and jumping at every little cry or sound of discomfort. Then gradually I slipped into this role called motherhood, gained a little wisdom, and started to worry less and less and just enjoy the journey.  And oh how sweet it has been! Still, whenever I see a newborn, I can't help but want another one.