Waterworks

Being a mom is a sentimental tsunami.
I can't believe how often I catch myself crying. I don't want to put Beckett in the next size up clothes because it means he's growing, I don't want to buy the next size up diaper because there's still 1 whole pound between him and the size limit the box says he should be before they won't fit anymore.
I think back to those intimate hours when I was the only one who knew he even existed. I carried his secret for almost 12 hours and the pride swelled into tears more times than I can count.
He's sleeping across my lap as I type this and I can't bear to think that in a matter of months, he won't fit in my arms like this anymore.
Some of you may know that I'm a bit of a crier... I've been known to shed tears over silly things, like leaving a pillow behind at a motel, or even just a bit too many tissues get used during sappy movies. But this is something different. This boy, my son, is the apple of my eye. I have never been so tired in my life, I have never been so disorganized, out of sorts, can't keep myself in clean clothes, but nothing else matters when he smiles.
Life is good, Beckett is great, being a mom is amazing.