I've always heard that when you have more children, you love them the same and your heart grows.
It's true but it's not.
You do love them the same but you love them differently.
Brady is my first baby. I know him. I have had almost 3 years to get to know ever single thing about him. I know what makes him tick, I know what makes him laugh out loud and what makes him smile. I know what he wants when others have a hard time understanding him. I love that sometimes, he only wants his momma. I love that he is so quirky. I know that he loves "eatmeal' in the mornings and likes to eat noodles with a spoon.
I just love him.
I love being his mom.
I don't have that history with Bennett, yet. It will come but I love him just as much. I don't know how to explain it but I do. I love his smell and the sounds he makes while he is nursing. I love how he looks at me and how he stops crying as soon as I pick him up. I love the squishy faces he makes as he stretches.
I just love him.
I love being his mom.
I know I'm only 6 weeks into this 'mom of two' thing and I know things will always change. Love will change. Needs will change. Comfort will change.
There will be ups and downs, skinned-knees and band-aids, jealousy and sibling rivalry and lots of laundry.
There will be ups and downs, skinned-knees and band-aids, jealousy and sibling rivalry and lots of laundry.