As his mom, I wish I was able to protect it all
When God decided to make me a mother, I instantly got that instinctive nature and began to protect him. Even before he was born. Even before that first glance at his precious face. I was overcome in that moment when he reached out his tiny, fragile hand and somehow it fit perfectly around my finger. As if it was meant to be. As a mom, I simply knew what to do when he fell down as he began taking his first steps. Being his mom, I knew what to do to protect him from an accident occurring. Cutting his food into small portions so he didn’t choke. Putting up gates so ...