All of my accomplishments pale in comparison to mothering that boy. And I know my mom feels the same way about me.
With the joy, there is fear. The fear that one day you won’t be the center of that precious baby’s universe. That one day, they won’t need you anymore.
I find comfort in the fact that I still need my mom. I needed her when I
moved to Michigan not knowing a single person and felt alone and
homesick. I needed her the night my husband asked me to marry him, and as
soon as I said yes, I wanted nothing more than to squeal about it with
my mom. Luckily she flew in from California and was back at my apartment
with champagne waiting to celebrate with us.