Sometime last year, before I was pregnant, I was feeling down in the dumps. I was feeling seriously unloved.
My job teaching at risk teenagers was getting me down. They didn't love me.
My stepson was seriously obsessed with his dad. He didn't love me.
My cat, who I picked out special when she was a kitten, sat on my husband's lap and gave him sweet kisses, but wouldn't even look at me. She didn't love me.
Let me tell you, I was in a low, low place. So much love to give, and not a drop to receive in return! (Okay, so I might be over exaggerating just a bit here, but you get the picture!). As I was complaining again to my dear husband about my mass amounts of unrequited love, he told me to "just wait until you have a baby". He said that baby would love me more than I could possibly imagine. Yeah right, I thought. That will never happen - not to me, anyway. I am destined for sadness!
But oh man, how right he was. This little baby loves him some mama! I think it is the most perfect thing to see him smile at me when we wake up in the morning. Or when I'm changing his diaper. Or dancing like a maniac in the kitchen. His smile for me is the thing that dreams are made of!
Oh, and my cat came and sat by my feet yesterday. Life is good people. Life is good.