Mother's Day is coming up and We Are THAT Family is hosting a contest to define motherhood in picture form.
I remember the first touch. I pulled my baby out from my own body. My face is not even in the picture, but when I look at this, I see nothing else but my hands pulling him out.
I remember consciously feeling his lower half still inside me, and purposefully reaching down to bring him out into the world.
I remember his hot little body and his short cry of protest until I cuddled him on my chest and announced to the room that we had a precious boy. I kissed his wet little forehead and held him close.
Although I believe you are a mother from the moment a life is conceived, this moment is becoming a mother.
He couldn't be put back and my life was forever changed.
For the better.