being london's mama

i've been london's mama for two months now. in the strange way that time passes, it's both hard to believe that she's already two months old and that we've only known her for two months. there is deep satisfaction is knowing that she is mine, as if she were always in our family.

being london's mama means being ready to hold her all. the. times. she doesn't ask for much, but if you could also give her a firm pat on the bum, it would be much appreciated, thank you. my firstborn darling son has never been a snuggler, so even though my arms are tired from holding this chunky monkey and my things-to-do-with-one-hand repertoire has expanded, i don't mind it one bit.

now that's she more aware and awake, we've been spending a lot of time outside. london loves to sit under our trellis and enjoy the high contrast view. sometimes i sit her in the bouncer just outside the kitchen door while i'm cooking or helping cruz. she gets so still and occasionally gives out an appreciative coo.

being london's mama means that baths are often needed and always appreciated. i've never met a baby who was so calm in the water. she sits in the sink, big belly jutting forward, all soapy and wet with the greatest look of peace on her face. i pull her out of the tub and brush her hair. i love being a mom to a girl.

being london's mama once again teaches me about the depth of love my own mama has for me.

being london's mama means that i wait until she falls asleep before i slip a headband on because she won't know it's there when she wakes up. i didn't throw up a thousand times during pregnancy just to give birth to a girl who won't wear headbands.

being london's mama means that once again, as a gift of pure grace, i have been entrusted with another beautiful soul. london, i promise to shepherd you, nurture you, and love you all the days of my life.