Drunk

Motherhood is positively intoxicating. I used to believe that pregnancy and giving birth somehow defined a mother, or made it more real, but I now realize that this is not the case. Those are almost entirely separate events when it comes to the real experience of motherhood. I guess what I am saying is that however those babies or children wind up in your arms, there is this beautiful, magical day-to-day love affair that takes place. It happens each time eyes connect, or skin is brushed, or tiny ears respond to that familiar voice. It happens each time tiny lips try to imitate what your lips are doing, or tiny cries are met with loving arms. Motherhood is pure, concentrated heaven, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise.