“I didn’t,” you replied. “I just loved you with all my heart.”
I look at my three-week old daughter and I remind myself of when you told me this years ago. Every time she coos, cries, and coughs…every time she sleeps, stretches, and smiles, I remind myself of this.
And I tell her, “I don’t know how to be a perfect mom, my angel, but I promise to love you with all my heart.”
I think to myself, “I hope that is enough.” And then I think about how I feel towards you, Mom, and I know that it will be more than enough.