Lessons learned

I have approached the sixteenth-month mark of being a mother and I sit and think of the many ways I've changed. Some changes for the better, other changes, not so much. One thing is for sure, Micaela has made irreversible changes in my life and my being.

I can easily sit here and say how she's made me unbelievably happy and how she's provided me with an unexplainable sense of fulfillment, that's a given; it goes much deeper than that. Life has meaning now. A meaning it never had before. It has purpose. I'm here to be Micaela's mom. Not just for sixteen months, but for the rest of my life. I'm here to watch her grow. I'm here to not only teach, but to also learn from this tiny person that has already taught me so much.

These past few incredible months have been full of lessons. Micaela the teacher, me the student. I've learned many things. Above all, I've learned the true meaning of love, what it feels like to love someone more than life itself. Which brings me to the changes. Nothing matters as much to me as my daughter, my husband, my family. I'm not the same Cynthia, I'm different in more ways than one. Sixteen months ago I lost a small part of myself, of who I was, but that's perfectly fine, because I became a mom. Forever.