My next edition of monthly photos and thoughts about motherhood. I recently heard that the first three years of a child’s life are only for us, the parents. Children don’t remember this time anyway. But this thought really stuck with me. Some might think, ‘It doesn’t matter what I do, he won’t remember anything.’ But I prefer to see it differently. These three years are for me to enjoy watching Sam grow, learn about this world, see his face light up when he discovers something new. To feel a kind of unconditional love I’ve never experienced before. Yes, he won’t remember how I held him in my arms, sang lullabies, or tickled him just to hear him laugh. He won’t recall waking up next to me, sharing warm smiles, or feeling safe and loved. He won’t remember how we played together. But on a deeper level, I hope he will remember something else. The feeling of safety, the certainty that he is not alone, that he is loved. I hope he will remember the warmth of my hug, the peace he felt by my side. And one day, as an adult, I hope he will face the world with trust, confidence, and a deep sense that he is loved and accepted ❤️‍🩹🩵 Last photo is Sam losing control 🥁badumtss