Day Five - Your favorite memory.
This is a photo of my son and me the day he was born. As you can see, it is written on around the edges as I pulled this from his baby book. Time of birth: 5:12a. He is not an early riser now and we are thankful for this. The photo is after he's been cleaned up and wrapped up and I was allowed to shower. No way did I look this composed directly after his birth.
He is, without a doubt, my favorite memory and continues to fill each day with his amazing presence and love. This day, November 1, 2003, was the most amazing and blessed day of my life. I remember I cried the moment he was laid on my chest. I knew then and there my love for him was fierce in a way I'd never felt an emotion before. The bond between mother and child is so strong, so defined that I can hardly breathe sometimes to think of it.
CJ is seven years old now and feisty as he can be. It amazes me when I look at him that he was ever this small and vulnerable to the world. That I was his only protector (his father was deployed) and terrified beyond belief to bring him into the real world, even under my shield. I just knew I was going to screw things up when he was a baby because I was truly clueless. Then again, there are days I still wonder what made me think I could be a good mom? It is the hardest AND the BEST thing I've ever done.
There are many nights that I still tiptoe quietly into his room and watch him sleep. When he drifts off to dreamland I can still picture this tiny face you see here peeking at me from under his blankets. Tears fill my eyes as I am overcome with the blessing he is, what a true honor it is to be his mother.