i just realized I’ve been nursing Aria like it were a part of a job, rather than something I do because I enjoy it.
I pause and consider my lovely daughter – her newborn hair DH says is my color; her vibrant, Korean eyes currently blue like mine. I stroke her hair and think how soft it is. I remember I’m in love.
Suddenly I realize she’s done and is asleep in my arms.
No, not a job.
A relationship. Mother. Daughter.
Changing diapers, on the other hand…