Unfettered: Free; Unrestrained
I close my eyes and inhale deeply. Her fine baby hair tickles my nose as I breathe in her sweet baby smell. Chubby fingers clutch my arms and rolly polly legs wrap around me.
She’s grasping tightly, but not too tightly. She knows I would never drop her.
I am her caregiver. I am her protector. I am her nurturer. I am her momma.
I hum the familiar tune that we hum every night, soaking up her warmth.
Exhaling all the difficult moments of the day; every boundary test and every protested diaper change.
Inhaling the darkness and coolness of her bedroom;
Listening to the whir of the fan, the white noise from the noise machine.
This is what it means to be a mother.
Embracing the good, the bad, the ugly.
Embracing the beautiful.
I am your cheerleader. Your secret keeper. Your bedtime singer. I am your momma.
My love for you is unfettered.