In a few minutes, he brings you to me, asking if I want a turn and already knowing I do. Before I can even answer, you’re already requesting me.
You latch to my body like it’s the most familiar thing you know. You rest your head on the familiar place above my breast, our first meeting place, and my favorite. I immediately want to put into words the feeling I feel, but no one could ever have this moment with you. No one is us and no one will ever know the complexity of our relationship.
I sit into our chair. We sit in silence for a few minutes, just the sound of my heart to your head and the slight scratching of your fingers caressing my skin. I strive to put this feeling into words. But no word could be worthy enough of this divine union. I think to myself how I hope you’ll have a baby some day, because only then could you understand what this means to me.
You sit in the quiet for as long as you can stand before you have to start our familiar banter. You make a grunt and a giggle and only I could ever know what you’re referring to. I respond in the way I know you’re hoping for and I feel your face change shapes and I know the exact expression you have without ever needing to look. I am reminded again how no one will ever know you the way I know you. How magnificently complex our relationship is. I think to my spirit how unbelievably blessed I am and the grand thought makes my quiet breath slip away.
Our conversation continues in your fluent tongue as you observe every mark on my chest. You’ve studied this place intently. You know every freckle, every wrinkle, every bone.

I think to myself how only God could give me these moments. These sacred moments with you that are unlike any other encounter. Only when our busy world slows and familiar humming of our home surrounds us, can we have these moments.
As it becomes apparent that our soiree is nearing it’s end. I pull you into my arms and you accept my offer. I lap around the living room, pausing slightly at the things only I could know you would want to observe. We easily slide into our nightly routine and even though he’s been in the other room, Daddy is already coming out for his affectionate good nights. I walk you to your room as we both whisper “shh, shh, shh…” to each other, and I realize you’re the only one who will ever share this familiar waltz with me.

I almost hesitantly lay you into your bed, and place your blankets how only I know you prefer them. I continue my soft, airy humming as I quietly close the door. I get three steps out your door before I pause. I hear only silence and I know you’re drifting off into sleep. I feel gratefulness wash over me. How I love being your mom.