I remember when Peanut was born.
I had no idea what I was doing. Even though I had friends with children, it felt totally foreign to me. This little person that I couldn’t hand back when they wouldn’t stop crying. This tiny life that depended on me for everything.
I would question myself constantly :
Is the water too hot?
Is he wearing enough?
Should I be worried about that cough?
Am I doing anything right?
I wish this had been around 7 years ago:
The little smile from the crib at the end?
It melts my heart… just like Peanut’s little smiles used to (and still do)
For all you moms out there… You’re doing ok.