My baby turned 8 months old this weekend, and it makes me want to cry. The thing about becoming a mama, at least for me, is that everything makes me want to cry now.
I have a lot of feelings about bebe and motherhood — joy, paranoia, optimism, astonishment, love. This. That. All things.
And now she says, “ma-ma. ma-ma, ma-ma.” She has no idea what it means, but it means everything to me.