I always envied it when we were trying to get pregnant.
The Mommy Pull.
I know my daughter had it when she was young, to some extent, but those days are long gone now.
I could not wait for it again.
My eyes would watch with envy as the pull was created.
A tugging force from babies and toddlers to mom, their mom
That instance that draws a baby to reach for familiar, pushes a toddler to run for open arms.
That knowing the one person who can whisper comfort, dry tears, cure boo-boos…
I longed to have that.
When it came?
There was nothing sweeter.
And I’m glad it’s still here.
But there are days when I worry if my Mommy Pull is enough. Can I crank out the smiles? Cure the boo-boos? Dry the tears?
For right now, yes.
For always, no.
So I take right now and soak it up.
Fill time with whispers of “Mommy’s here” to soothe an ache and fill space with hugs and kisses and squeezes of I-love-you-more-than-life-itself.
Because I do.
And because time is going to keep on moving faster and space is going to keep on getting wider.
And my Mommy Pull has to be strong enough to remind them to look back once in a while as they are busy moving forward.
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