My Son

My son was born in January 2011. I’ll never forget the moment we met, face-to-face. He was in the nursery. I remember walking up to him in his little plastic crib, there were several nurses by his side. I said something, I can’t remember exactly what. But when I spoke, he heard my voice, and with his eyes closed, he turned his head towards me. He already knew me. How special I felt. “Is that Mum?” one of the nurses said to him. I’ll never forget that feeling. I was someone important. He was someone important. We were important, together.

I never knew I was capable of loving someone so much. What a gift.

He was my little monkey.