At our house it is a well-known fact that Mr. Jack wants Mama when he’s tired, fussy, or fussy and tired. Others just won’t do. In Jack’s world, bedtime equals Mama-time.
This has become especially bittersweet for me. While it hurts my heart to see Jack not responding to Dad’s attempts to soothe him; the fact that my baby wants ME – his Mama – makes me oh so happy. His little chubby arms reaching for me, his blue eyes intently fixed on me makes my heart melt. That feeling of being needed switched from overwhelming to overflowing somewhere along the way. And I love it.
Maybe some are born Moms but maybe some become Moms when their baby needs them to be.