A year ago I found out I was pregnant. Like all mothers before me have felt since before becoming a mom, my life has never been the same.
Sometimes I look at my son and am shocked by the look he gives back. So innocent, so smart already. So full of wonder and full of life. Sometimes as we look right into each other’s eyes, I feel like they are full of the lesson's I'm meant to learn.
When I think about how much my son has to learn about the world,and so many steps he needs to take before he becomes a man – he needs to learn how to crawl, walk, learn the English language, gain mobility, learn to read and write, etc… often the way he looks up at me with those 'knowing' eyes puts a halt to my thinking. True, he is a just an infant who does not have those basic skills yet, but it is foolish to think I ‘know’ more than him. He may have just been born, but those piercing eyes of his tell me another story. His eyes seem to stare back at me as if they are desperatly trying to communicate something crucial, tell me what I must figure out, what lesson’s it's time that I learn.
I hope that I will never assume to 'know it all', but instead take my son for the man he is becoming and for what he's teaching me about the woman I'm meant to be.
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