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On the day that sweet newborn is placed in her arms, a mother is born.

She never was one before until that very moment, and she will never be the same again.

Suddenly her heart no longer belongs to her and she stands in amazement at the power and strength of all her body can do. She looks upon this precious child and knows there is nothing, she wouldn’t do for her.

She learns how this little baby likes to be held to nurse, how to swaddle and give baths. All new thingsbut her mama instinct kicks right in and she knows just what to do.

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She trades her nights full of rest and dreaming for nights of shushing, rocking, singing, and feeding. In the stillness of the night, she thinks of all the other mamas out there doing the exact same thing. With heavy eyelids and full hearts, holding that baby on her chest, feeling their breathing align.

She quickly figures out that no one on earth knows that baby better than she does. 

She can recognize certain cries, knows how she likes to be held, what makes her smile. Her gut guides her, and with each day, she learns a little more about what her little baby likes and doesn’t like.

She is amazed that with each new day, she loves her baby more. She is amazed how it feels like she was always a part of her, the missing piece to her heart. She is amazed at her strength to get through the longest of days and nights.

Each day they grow together—this precious baby and beautiful mama.

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And with every new season, she keeps an eye on that beloved child of hers.

She carefully watches and learns.

She bends and adapts.

Changes and grows.

And they will continue to do this beautiful dance of changing together into who they are becoming for the rest of their lives.

That sweet mama will never stop watching, ready to become what her child needs at that moment. Their hearts and souls forever intertwined.

Yes, on that day a mother is also born, and she will find all she has within her and all that she is meant to be.

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Jennifer Toscano

I am a wife, mother to two beautiful daughters and a follower of Jesus. I recently started my blog as a way to document my journey in faith and to share God's great love with others. I also love to cook, read and do graphic design. You can find me on Facebook: facebook.com/aheartfullofhope and on my website: AHeartFullofHope.com writing about faith, hope and motherhood.

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