Friday, March 8, 2013


 I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand and the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow.  I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep, and there are no words for that."  

Today I was hanging out with HP in his room after his afternoon nap.  Out of nowhere, I felt tears welling up in my eyes.  

I was having the moment.  

The moment where my love for my son was so strong, so present, so forceful, that my emotions had to find a physical release through my tears.

Prior to giving birth, people told me that I would feel that kind of over-the-top, indescribable love the moment he came into the world.

I didn't.

Please don't misunderstand.  It's not that I did not love him from the start.  From the moment he was born he was a part of our family and I have loved him every day of his little life.  

But today was different.

I felt the love that people describe mothers having for their children.  The "I would face Lord Voldemort to protect you" kind of love.  

I was overwhelmed.  With gratitude.  With joy.  With love.

Sometimes, there are no words.

1 comment:

  1. This made me cry. Also loved the HPotter reference.