No one tells you that you might not know how to hold your son when they hand him to you.
No one tells you that you might spend days waiting for things to click into place like you heard they will.
No one tells you that you won’t know how to comfort him.
No one tells you that you’ll feel like you’re doing it all wrong.
No one tells you that you’ll feel like a complete failure.
No one tells you that you’ll wake up with a sense of dread, imagining a day full of shortcomings piling up.
No one tells you that sometimes you and your baby need to get to know each other a bit.
No one tells you that just being his mom is enough.
I wish I’d known that now, six months in, my son and I have our own language and shorthand and I’ve maybe never felt so connected to anyone in my life.
I wish I’d known that by the time my first Mother’s Day came around I’d finally have found my footing.
Mama Loves Her William 