Leigh writes Marvelous Kiddo, which features the most incredible birth stories alongside beautiful images and articles and glimpses into her life with her family. As an uber-stylish, baby-wearing mother in New York, Leigh is also an inspiration. I am so happy she is sharing some thoughts on parenthood with us (and I can’t stop staring at these sweet, sweet photos)!
One of the things that has struck me the most with the births of my two children is how instantly upon meeting the new member of the family it becomes absurd to imagine life without that person in it. This might sound silly or like I’m stating the obvious, but for me, there is something about meeting my babies that creates a kind of amnesia for whatever came before. My husband and I spent seven blissful years together before our oldest came along, and suddenly, with his arrival it was like a huge missing piece of our hearts had found it’s place. Likewise, a little over two years later, with much anticipation, we met our second son and immediately we couldn’t imagine what we had done without him! The magnitude of the feeling was almost more surprising the second time around because while I was pregnant, already being a parent I thought I got it. I knew what it felt like to love a child so much. And wouldn’t it be hard to love a second as much? But when my youngest arrived, he taught all of us that the mathematics of love are not so easy to predict. The love we all fell into that morning was big and specific and sweeter than any of us had imagined. It was a feeling that once again made it hard to remember what life had been like before.
[Photos by Liz Rubincam, 2007 and 2009 respectively]