I am a mother of two, and I can confidently tell you that kids love you the most when they are little, and no love in the world compares to that. It is unique. Special. It finds a way to make you feel needed. It is warm and fulfilling. It puts you on a pedestal and knows you are capable of so much more. Your kids’ love for you when they’re little is insurmountable, and trust me when I say this, you will miss it when they grow up.
I had my son when I was 29 years old. He was the apple of my eye. He was a happy baby. He laughed and made everyone around him joyful. He had a warm smile and infectious laughter. My son’s first words were “Mamma” and as much as I was excited and happy, I was not surprised. He was so fond of me, and he wasn’t afraid to show it. My son easily became the center of attention in any room, not because he was a cute baby, but because he was smart, funny, and had a way of stealing the crowd’s attention. He would randomly burst into a song or dance, do short bits of mimicry, and even imitate my husband and me.
He was very confident, but he looked at me for approval more than a few times a day. Every time he was praised or appreciated for something he did, he would look at me to seek my validation. Ten other people could tell him he did great, but mine was the one that mattered. I could tell by the way he looked at me. Sometimes, he grabbed my face with his chubby fingers and gave me a quick kiss, which honestly tugged at my heart. It was all I needed to turn my day around if I was having a bad day.
I thought this was it. I couldn’t mean as much as I mean to my son, to anybody else. I always felt loved and admired. Then my daughter came along. She was a cute little delight and one of the most adorable babies anyone has ever seen. I mean, can’t blame me for being biased.
At this point, my son was a little older. He was about 4 years old. He loved his sister more than anything. Unlike most children, my son did not hesitate even for a minute to give his toys to her or trade his playtime to spend some time with his little sister. But my daughter was not bothered by that attention. She was rarely distracted by her brother. For a long, long time, she only had eyes for me. I was her entire world, and she was the star in mine.
After she grew up a little, she lay in bed with me while I sang to her. She had many favorite songs and would want to hear me sing them to her all day long. She never got tired of me. The way she looked at me meant so much to me because I knew the love she had for me. It could not be replaced.
As a mother of two, I’ve realized a thing or two. Your little kids are so dependent on you. You are their whole world. You are the one they seek when they have a nightmare. You are the one who protects them, keeps them safe, and showers them with all the love they ever need.
But it does not always stay that way. As they grow up, things change. They slowly start to prioritize other things in life, like their school, friends, favorite TV star, and singer. You know they still love you, but it’s never like they used to. So, enjoy every little moment with your kids because time goes by too fast, and before you know it, they no longer depend on you like they used to, and you are not the only thing that matters to them.