I got you, babe.

The last trip our little family went on was exhausting, but meaningful for many reasons. I’ve thought back on a couple instances in particular that were those “mommy moments.” When I feel like I’m at the tipping point between tiredness and utter exhaustion, and then something beautiful happens; something that reminds me I’m doing a great work.

We were on our first flight of the day, and already had spent 3 1/2 hours waiting around at the airport, and been up for 5 hours. It was 10 am. P was beyond tired. He was restless on the airplane, needing constant interaction and on the verge of tears.Then all of a sudden he just relaxed in my arms and slipped into silent, even breathing. Oh the beauty of silent, sleep.

I sat and stared at his sweet features, realizing what a perfect creation he is. Eyes, nose, eyelashes, cheeks… our bodies are amazing. Do you ever wish you could memorize your kids? Or just take a picture of those moments so they never go away?

I got you, babe.

My favorite part of this picture? His little arm wrapped tight around my neck. There is something great about being needed.

Then, all of a sudden he became restless. He woke up and his eyes darted back and forth, looking nervously around the plane. He seemed so scared and confused about his surroundings. I caught his attention, and smiled at him warmly. As soon as he caught my glace, he immediately softened, closed his eyes and fell back to sleep. These thoughts just kept coming back to my mind.

I’ve got you, babe. You are mine, and you are safe. Not to worry.

What a wonderful thing motherhood is. For me, it was the most wonderful feeling in the world to see P look up at me, and then realize he was safe. With me around, he was comforted. For me, there couldn’t be a better compliment in the world.

Today, P has been teething. He’s grumpy, grouchy, and crying. To comfort myself I keep replaying that precious moment. The moment I felt a little boys utter and complete confidence in me.

God could not be everywhere, so he created mothers. ~ Jewish Proverb

How does your babe make you feel needed and loved?