In Nate’s room, the closet doors are mirrored. When we decided to install mirrored sliders instead of traditional doors on the closet, our intention was to make the room seem bigger, brighter. There’s been an unexpected perk to having those mirrored doors, though.
Late at night…so late it’s actually early, when I open the door to Nate’s little room in response to his panicked, gassy or hungry cries, I get a glimpse of myself in the very act of mothering. In the dimly lit room I sway and rock my little baby son, me in my pajamas, a blanket wrapped lovingly around him, trying desperately to soothe him. We’re a blur together there in that mirror, sometimes because I’m tired, sometimes because my eyes are glazed with tears. And at other times, when the daylight has crept in, we stand and look together into the mirror, into the reflection of one another’s eyes, and I am rewarded with a sunny little smile. The blurry images of the previous night are shoved away into the darker corners of the room, where they wait until the next night to dance with us again.
What a lovely image! "where they wait until the next night to dance with us again."
Love it!
I love these posts, so much. They really take me back to those early days as a mom. It's hard to remember my life before I was a mom. It's crazy how much it changes your life.
Beautiful post, the image you describe reminds me exactly what it was like to have my newborn baby boy.
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That is really touching. My baby is not quite 3 weeks old and he is only just starting to respond to us. I can't wait for those smiles.
Crying over here. Love this.
Beautiful.
Take a pic one time. Don't worry how you look (that can be fixed with tricky editing). You'll want that picture in a few years.
What a gorgeous image.
Nice Post. I like imagination a lot.
So sweet.
I agree, take a photo.
I'm also a new mom. Isn't it amazing?!
I agree, take photo!! Beautiful post Amy
love this.
I'm enjoying reading about your moments in new motherhood. You're doing a great job of capturing your emotions and writing them.