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Describe a time when someone was proud of you.
The transition from being pregnant to being a mother is a funny thing. For nine+ months, everything is all about you. Friends and loved ones are constantly checking in to see how you’re feeling, strangers stop you in the aisle at the store to ask when you’re due, everyone has an opinion about whether your baby bump contains a boy or a girl.
Then, you give birth. And all of a sudden, you go from neon-signs-pointing-at-your-belly and fireworks-shooting-from-your-head to pretty much invisible, in the shadow of the new, perfect baby, whom everyone wants to kiss and cuddle.
Believe it or not, this is the most amazing feeling ever. Every selfish thought I ever had melted away in favour of Baby Jacob being the star of the show. I love it.
Following up from an amazing weekend visit with some of my fam, my heart is bursting with pride for my little babe. Everyone loves him so much. He was a perfect boy all weekend, smiling and laughing with his visitors.
And now, I also realize that after watching me grow for nearly three decades, my family is just as proud of me when they look at Jacob’s sweet face. I had to have a child of my own to truly understand that kind of pride.