I don’t know that any quote has more perfectly summed up my feelings on those early days of motherhood (and, admittedly, even the occasional present day). There have certainly been times when Mac has felt like my whole world and I have most certainly felt like his.
He is my little dude, my faithful sidekick, “my son, my sun, my son, my sun”. On one hand, my love for him was so natural and inherent that it seems like a foregone conclusion that I could only feel the same way about his new little brother, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t worry that I’m not capable of the same kind of love for our next child.
I know that’s normal. I know that most people fear that they don’t have enough love to give. And so I guess I’m normal, but it still feels incredibly abnormal to worry that you won’t be able to love your children equally.
I simply have to keep trusting in my inherent ability as a mother to love every being I bring into this world equally and completely with my whole heart.