Left Arm Hold

So earlier this week I came across this article and I thought, this is just some dumb article stating that most women/people carry their babes on the left side.  I've done it forever and I feel that most people I see carry their babes on the left.  It starts like that yes, and then it really explains the reason why.  Right side of the brain controls the left side of the body.  Right side of the brain deals with emotions-babes and toddlers are an emotional roller coaster.  Even when I carried August in the carrier, chances are that I had my left arm still under his bum for support.

Before I became a mom, I thought I was a caring individual.  Becoming a mother has made me care all the more.  And it's not just about my own child.  My heart goes out to all my kids at school, and all the others in their classes.

I've found it hard to describe how the love I give has changed since I've had a baby.  Over the summer I read The Road From Gap Creek and I found a couple of paragraphs that sum things up pretty well.

"It's hard to explain how having a baby and taking care of a baby changes the way you look at things.  It sounds a little silly when you try to put it in words.  But the truth is having your own baby makes you feel connected to everything else.  With a baby you ain't alone in the same way as before.  You're taking part in the future and with the people that come before you.  All you have to do is take care of this little living thing to have a part in all creation.  You feel foolish telling that to somebody, but that's the way you feel.

The reason you feel so important as a mother is because you are important.  Nobody else in the world will care as much and love as much this little thing that cries and don't know where it is and needs its butt cleaned up from time to time.  Nobody can ever love it like you do.  All its life depends on what you do for it now.  The most important thing is just to let it know that it's loved."

It's been such a joy to watch my son experience the world.  His face lights up when Dustin comes home at night and when I open the door when he wakes up.  He loves to be held when we make supper or go on the hunt for Bonnie.  My favorite is our bedtime routine when I sing his lullaby and he lays his sweet head on my left shoulder for a moment or two.