Motherhood is a journey filled with countless emotions—joy, exhaustion, pride, and sometimes a touch of sadness as the days slip by faster than we realize. I still remember when my first son was placed in my arms. He was so tiny, so delicate, his soft cry filling the room. I promised myself I would always protect him.
From those sleepless nights of rocking him in my arms to the mornings when his giggles became my alarm clock, I have watched him change right before my eyes. His first smile, his first tooth, his first word—every “first” felt like a little miracle just for me.
Now, when I look at him, I no longer see the baby who once clung to me for comfort. I see a big boy who runs with confidence, speaks with curiosity, and dreams of becoming “a man like Daddy.” His little hands that once fit entirely in my palm are now strong enough to help me carry groceries.
It’s a beautiful but bittersweet feeling. Part of me wishes I could freeze time and keep him my baby forever, but I know my role is to let him grow—to give him wings even as I long to keep him close.
Watching him grow has taught me that motherhood is not just about holding on, but about learning to let go, little by little, while still being the safe place he can always return to. My baby is becoming a young man, and my heart couldn’t be prouder.
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