The fear and anxiety that crept up during pregnancy never really let go. I didn't feel sad but everything started to seem overwhelming. I became angry and anxious and if you asked the people closest to me, there might be another "a" word that isn't so flattering. I prayed about it. I claimed every truth I know and believe about it. I exercised about it. I ate better and tried to sleep more about it but the anxiety is still here.
He stands less than three feet tall and yet still I think about his future incessantly. Will he be a baseball player or an engineer? Will he be a picky eater or an adventure seeker? I don't know the answers to these questions but the one thing I can guarantee is that no matter what my little guy grows to love, I will always love him. I am after all his Mama. I'm the #1 women in his life, at least for now.