Surreal is finding out that I was pregnant.
Feeling a life grow inside me.
Having a textbook pregnancy, thanks to God.
The contractions that kept me from sleeping.
Surreal is when the moment I have been
waiting for finally arrives. And no amount
of dreaming and anticipating could prepare
me for that breathtaking moment when I
see my baby for the first time and hold
that bundle of joy in my arms, my heart
almost bursting with the love that fills it.
Surreal is looking into those big, trusting eyes
and thinking, “I’m responsible for
this precious little one.”
Even now, I experience that sensation of
blessedness and incredulity that I have
a child who calls me, “Mommy.”
Surreal is being to only one of my
sisters to have a child and seeing
the joy on my mother’s face whenever
she sees her grandson.
Surreal is experiencing the joys of motherhood.
