Awe

This is what I feel when I look at my baby.There are so many aspects of her being, or her personality and of her development that never fails to stun and surprise me.

 I am awed by her development. I cannot believe how perfect a child’s development is. Looking at how a child grows, learns, progresses forces you to believe in a greater being who planned all of this out.

I am awed by  the extent of my love for this person I barely even know. How can you have this much attachment, love, affection for someone I just met a year or so ago? It doesn’t make sense at all.  I am almost frightened by how much I love Andrea.

I am awed at how having a daughter changes your perspective. It makes you feel more connected to people. Every single person I see is someone’s child. Every mother I see knows what I’m going through. Every child could be mine. The philosophy of motherhood…being one with the other. It’s humbling.

I am awed at how natural motherhood is for me.

I am awed by how loved Andrea is by Ruy’s family and mine. 

I am awed at how much my daughter loves me. I don’t understand how she singles me (and Ruy) out from all her other caregivers. How she shows preference for us when we don’t spend as much time with her. I wish I could be always worthy of that love. I wish I know what I’m doing right so I could keep on doing it.