I remember when I was little, my mom was my everything. She was my best friend and we were super close (still are). If I even thought of her dying or being away from her for a long time, I would start crying. I always believed that I loved her more than she loved me. She would tell me that I was wrong and she loved me more than I loved her. I always believed she was wrong.
Then, I became a mom. I now believe my mom was right. There is no way my kids love me more than I love them. There’s just no way. All the months of pregnancy, the labor, delivery, the sleepless nights, all the worry, all the smiles, all the tears, all the firsts, all the sacrifices… there’s just no way.
I don’t know what I’d do without my boys. I really don’t. When I say they are my everything, I mean that.
