A New Love

One thing that I've found to be true about motherhood, are the cliches about love. I can poorly compare it to that new love within a young relationship. A love that is needy and desperate and euphoric all at once. But to be completely true, it is a love that is painful, almost too heavy to carry. I never thought this love would be laced with desperation of one's well being, in keeping them safe and protected. I'd be ready to die a thousand deaths to spare him one, a love so dramatic. I won't waste time on the insignificant, a love with such perspective. Scenes in films and news stories fill me with nausea, a love full of fear. A smile sent to me on a wave of pride, a love so encompassing. Motherhood is incredibly hard, a love worth the pain.