Will I really feel a love for Bennett?
This was a legitimate concern that I had throughout the pregnancy. I have a history of being detached and cold sometimes, so I was worried that perhaps I might treat Bennett the same way. So many mothers have gushed over that moment when a new mom births her baby and realizes that a love exists that she’s never known. I wasn’t sure how extravagant the firework display would be, but I was really hoping to at least experience a spark or two.
If you think about it, it’s kinda like an arranged marriage (from the woman’s perspective). You get what you get and hope for the best for the rest of your life.
Well, I’m here to say that not only do I love my son, but I really, really like him, too. There are feelings of delight, joy, protection, amusement, adoration and pride (just to name a few) all balled up into this deep care that I have for him. What a relief! What a blessed arrangement we’ve come into!
Let’s see here… Bennett is officially 12 days old now. So that means I’ve probably kissed him just a total of 5,728 times by now, give or take a few.
Here’s Bennett being weighed on his birthday:
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