Mother’s love for her child. Since you asked. I am not one of those people who goes around belittling the sincerity or depth of love people have for anyone other than a child because “they just can’t understand.” Poor dears, cluck, cluck.
I’m not even one of those women who cried and instantly bonded with my daughter the moment she was born. My husband was like that, but I’m the sort who needs some time to feel out a new situation.
Then there was a split-second on the first day I was alone with my daughter, when Mom had gone home and my husband had gone back to work, when I looked at her in my arms and was hit with the enormity of my love for her and the power that same love gave her over me – no one in this world can or will cause me more joy or more pain.
I have loved my parents, grandparents, boyfriends, husbands, friends and pets. I love with complete abandon (which I don’t really recommend) yet I have never encountered anything remotely close to the love I feel for her.
With this understanding came the crushing realization of how my mom has loved me – not just how much, but in what way – how much I took it for granted and how much pain I had caused her over the years.
I dread the day I lose my mom. It will be a blow I can’t imagine and I know it will change my life forever. If I lose my daughter, I can’t imagine how I will even live through it.