Recently, I’ve been chatting with my oldest child, who is an energetic 4-year-old, about the arrival of our third baby. I want to prepare him for the changes ahead, ensuring the transition is smooth. Our conversations revolve around how life will shift, focusing on the baby’s needs, the inevitable crying and sleeping, and how he can step up as the big brother.
Just yesterday, he wanted to feel the baby kicking inside my belly. As he rested his small hand on my growing bump, he earnestly told his little brother that there would be plenty of sleeping and crying, and that it would be our responsibility to teach him everything. I couldn’t help but smile, grateful that he was absorbing our discussions.
Then, he asked a question that took me by surprise: “Mommy, did things change for you after I came out of your tummy?”
I paused, contemplating how to respond. How could I convey the depth of that experience to a preschooler?
I yearned to share that motherhood flipped my world upside down. In that fleeting moment when he entered the world, I was enveloped in an overwhelming sense of love and responsibility. I wanted him to understand the terror that gripped me when he wasn’t breathing, and the doctors rushed in to assist. Those first few cries were the sweetest sounds I’d ever heard, and relief washed over me like a warm blanket.
I wished to express the fears I faced—worrying about feeding, anxious about someone dropping him, and the constant need to check on him while he slept. I felt undeserving of such a gift—a perfect little human. The thought of something going wrong haunted me, and I questioned whether I was worthy of the joy he brought into my life.
I wanted to articulate the challenges of motherhood—feeding schedules, sleepless nights, tracking diaper changes, and the never-ending worries that left me feeling isolated. My priorities shifted dramatically. One of my friends once said that having him changed my heart. Suddenly, nothing mattered more than him; I could overlook a messy house and prioritize time with him over every social invitation.
I wanted him to realize that my sleep would never be the same. I would sneak into his room at night just to check on him, frantically search for information on parenting concerns, and spiral into panic if he was late returning from an outing with his dad. I secretly cherished those moments when he would snuggle up in our bed in the middle of the night.
I wanted him to know about the frustrations of parenthood. My once-unshakeable confidence was shaken by this little person who didn’t care about my accomplishments. I learned that reasoning with a toddler is often futile, and I had no control over his moods or behavior, no matter how hard I tried.
I never intended to have more children; we were content with just him. Pregnancy was challenging, but we wanted to give him a sibling, knowing he would thrive with family beyond just his father and me.
I worried that I could never love another child as much as I loved him, even feeling guilt before his brother was born. Yet, when the moment arrived, I experienced the same overwhelming love. My heart expanded, embracing both of them.
Watching him and his brother play together fills me with joy. Occasionally, I listen at their door, eavesdropping on their laughter and conversations. Their mischievous plans, even when they lead to trouble, make me smile long after they’ve been disciplined and sent to bed.
Ultimately, I want him to know that my friend was right: my heart truly changed when he was born. I will never be the same person again. Everything in my life has shifted, with my children at the forefront. Each emotion is felt more deeply, and he carries a piece of my heart forever. He was the first, the catalyst for it all.
My son looked up at me with wide eyes, sensing the depth of my thoughts. “Mommy, are you listening to my words? Did things change when I came out of your tummy?”
I smiled down at him, giving him a gentle squeeze. “Oh yes, sweetheart. Everything changed.”
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In summary, motherhood is a profound journey that reshapes your heart and priorities. Each experience, from joy to anxiety, brings a new depth to life, especially as you navigate the beautiful chaos of raising children.
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