It strikes me now and again, that Ethan won't remember this first year, and yet I always will. It's like having this wonderful romance, but only one of us will remember it. A million tender moments, making beautiful memories every day, like when you're falling in love and you make memories the two of you can always hold onto...except I'm the only one who will hold on.
I know, I know...all of it will have a lasting impact on his psyche and it's all worth it even if he can't remember specific memories, etc. But it's a little bittersweet for me. It'll be a fact for him: Mom loves me and always has. It's just the way it will have always been, for him. The love will just be there. But I will remember falling in love.
And it's kind of strange that he will never love me back the way I love him. What child does? He'll grow up, meet the love of his life, and she'll be his everything. He'll think no one ever loved him as much as she does. And I'll know the truth.
But that's not what I'm really thinking about. It just struck me, that moment in the pool. For a mother, it's a little heartbreaking to know that all those sweet and beautiful moments from the first year are only going to be remembered by one of you.
Most relationships are give and take. But motherhood is just give. And I suppose I've always known that.
