At night, when I rock the baby girl back to sleep, I try to tell her that everything is okay. She’s warm, she’s loved, and we will take care of her.
Sometimes I just rock her, back and forth and back and forth, and look at her eyes, wondering what she’s thinking.
Sometimes I talk softly to her, and when I do I tell her about the love I feel, and I tell her that we will always be there for her when she needs us – always always.
I want to tattoo it on myself or engrave it on something – this reminder that she will always always be ours and we will always always be hers.
I look at her in her beautiful blue eyes, and I watch her drift off to sleep and I know that she will always be mine.
And she will always, always call me mommy.