My husband asked me, "What do you like most about being a Mom?"
I replied, "I love holding the baby when he is sleeping." It's a peaceful feeling.
My husband was a little surprised. He said, "I thought you would say that you love that he's like a doll or that you have the responsibility of raising a baby."
I don't remember playing with a lot of baby dolls when I was little (Barbie dolls, now that's different) and I wasn't around a lot of babies when I was growing up. I don't see Gregory as a doll. He's a living being.
As for the responsibility, that scares the daylights out of me. I worry about raising him properly, about making sure he knows how much he is loved, about being able to guide him spiritually, to know that he will enjoy his childhood, to be sure he develops a love of education, I pray he falls in love and is loved in return and has a good, healthy, happy life.
All those things I want for our baby boy and more and that scares me, because I want it so much for him, I could cry. Ok, that may be the hormones, right?