Our eyes meet. Lock together. Yours dance, twinkle. You smile the widest smile and then you turn your head, look away. Bashful. Coy. As if saying; ’ Me? You’re interested in Me? Surely not.’
Mr Flirty Pants.
You’re going to be such a charmer. I just know it.
I sit you in your bouncy chair whilst I try to get my jobs done. You’re such a distraction. I can’t help but lean forward and look into those sea green eyes and talk to you. You’re always so very delighted when we have a conversation, you love to talk back in high pitched squeaks, or blow bubbles. You have a lot to say; babble fills an otherwise silent room. You’re quite the little chatterbox. It’s wonderful to share my day with you.
There’s something about you. Something special in the way you are. All mothers say this, I’m sure. But I really think so. I love the way, when you’re about cry, if I smile, or talk to you, you’ll start to smile and then to laugh instead, as though you can’t help it; the goodness of your soul shines out. You’re so good natured. I know you’re going to grow into someone wonderful. The certainty of it makes me happy.
Snuggling up and feeding you is one of my favourite things. It’s a mother’s privilege to feel her infant suckle at her breast. I love the closeness of you. I love examining each and every tiny hair on your head and the way your eyelashes curl. I love the way you hold my finger tightly with your free hand. But nothing compares to the moments when you smile at me, mid feed, the cheekiest grin emerging through a mouth full of breast. It gets me every time, a 100% guaranteed smile maker.
Last week I took you swimming. A time for us to be together. Time especially for you. Our first pool experience since your water birth; I wondered what it would be like. With just my hand behind your head you floated, almost weightless. Reflections of each other, we looked into each others eyes. Yours smiled. Mine smiled back. Time stood still.
It were as though the mysteries of the universe had been solved, that in that moment, I glimpsed the meaning of life. It was very simple.
Soundtracked by the echoes of the poolside world around me, I felt myself brimming with love. A surging, circulating warmth, a feeling so strong I felt I could barely could contain it. That love might overspill, come floating out of me, and find it’s way into the warm water.
It was you that made me feel this way.
Love. Enduring. Everlasting. For you, my water baby.
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