It’s not that I had any specific expectations of how it would feel to be a mother, but in any case it’s doesn’t fit what I expected. Somehow I thought that I’d feel an immediate special connection with the baby, some natural “being a mother” instincts would kick-in and make me feeling it.
Of course there are some instincts, but I also discovered that in some respects being someone’s mom is not that different from other relationships: it takes time to grow. It starts slowly – from those hard to believe feelings in your belly – and then grows gradually, as you get to know this new person next to you. Every day brings something new and it’s those little things that I’m learning about Alexander every day make the connection between us richer and stronger. It’s those little things that actually help me to discover what does it mean being a mother.
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