The Day I Met My Baby, I Knew I Was The Luckiest Mom In The World

The day we met, I felt like the absolute luckiest girl in the world.

He was mine, and I was his, and we celebrated our love by dancing.

In the middle of the night, when he cried, while I soothed him, we danced.

In the warmth of the sun, the first time he smiled, while I kissed his sweet face, we danced.

He must have been just two or three the first time he asked me to marry him. A thousand times, yes, I promised. And we sealed our vow by dancing.

As his mama, I know how incredible it is to be this beautiful boy’s first love. To be the first girl to get to dance with him.

But I know I won’t be his last.

I can’t stop my baby from growing. And I know it will be a privilege to watch him grow from a little boy to a teen to a man.

But I also know that means I won’t always get to protect him.

I can’t stop him from discovering childhood crushes. And we call it a “crush” for a reason.

I can’t stop him from asking someone else to dance. So I’ll watch from a reasonable distance, clutching my heart and holding my breath.

I can’t stop him from falling head over heels. He’ll fall too young, he’ll fall too hard. I have no doubt, it’ll be messy. I only hope it’ll also be beautiful.

But I can’t stop his heart from breaking. And that’s the thing that keeps me up at night.

At some point in his life, he’ll be shattered. He’ll be broken beyond what he believes can be repaired.

But before he falls head over heels again…or for the final time…I’ll be there, ready to cut in. To put his head on my shoulder.

And to remind him of my promise…

…that the first girl who danced with him is one who will love him forever.