My son is 6.5 months old.

He laughs a lot, and he starts to prefer my company over others.

He crys when I leave home, and he liks to follow me with his eyes when I return home.

He is so cute, and I love him more than my own life. All mothers feel this way about their kids I suppose.

I read kids' peoms to him, and he seems to like it. I can recite a few now, and he seems to recognize the pics of the animals I mentioned.

He calls "mum" often now, loud and clear. He didn't call me "mum" on purpose, but it's still sweet to hear him.

A child is a gift, precious and unique. I often hear people say that, but it's true. I won't know this if I had never had the opportunity to be a mum.

I still hear people tell me how they won't have kids, and I wish they know what they missed, if only they know. I always wanted to have kids, and I thought I would be ok if I can't find the right man to have it with. But I was lucky to have met the "right man", and my body is albe to nurse a life and deliver it.

Creating life is a miracle, though it seems so common since it happens everyday and so many people experience it. But this doesn't make it less unique.

I learn from my son too, from looking after him and being with him. He depends on me, and I felt the pride and honor of being a parent.
Of course there is a risk, and it's a huge responsibility to be responsible for another being's wellbeing. But I have faith. We all do our best, on raising kids, on all maters. And that's enough.