I never really understood how strong a mothers love is until I had my own child. Weirdly enough it wasn't him that made me feel it. It was my mom.
My mom wasn't at the hospital when I got rushed into my C-section. We thought we had all day so she was somewhere else.
When Joe called she rushed to the hospital but I had already gone in.
After while I was in the recovery room everyone if course wanted to see the baby. So Joe was filing them back one by one. Which meant I was alone in the recovery room.
But my mom came straight to me. My little recovery spot was sandwhiched between a wall and another bed so she couldn't get to me to give me a proper kiss. So she pulled back the blanket and kissed my ugly swollen foot.
She started to get teary and She told me that she was worried that she didn't kiss me before I went in.
Of course she was happy to see my baby but she -my mom was worried about me, her baby.
I guess that's when it really hit me. That no matter how old I get, I'll always be hers.
So Happy Mother's Day, Mom. Thank you for loving me in this incredibly powerful way.
Ps: if Breckin ever has a C-section you can be sure I'll be right next to him, just like my mom.