I am a mom
Its supposed to be special for me, Mothers Day.
I dont really feel the need for it, I know I am loved. I feel it and see it daily.
I was not quite sure how the day could actually be made ‘special’.
I ate my specially made breakfast and as I was drinking my coffee I was cuddling
the little one to sleep on my chest… slightly rocking, holding his head with my hand.
He is sleeping now, I am checking stuff on the computer.
And I feel it.
I sense his relaxed head on my chest, moist from the warmth of our bodies.
I can smell the sweet musky scent coming from that place.
I brush my face through his wispy hair and close my eyes.
I feel it.
His eyes are open, but he is not moving all cuddled on me.
Just looking, blinking. I watch his spread out cheek on my chest.
He slowly pushes himself up. Wobbly, still not quite awake. And looks at me.
His other cheek has an indentation from a bit of my top on it and glistens slightly in the light.
The hair on this half of his head is dewy and stuck on it.
His forehead plops on me. A pause. He is up again.
Looking at me, half awake, eyelids still heavy, he grins.
His eyes sparkle and he gives me a knowing four toothed smile.
I am a mom.