Fast & Furious
My Son's Grand Entrance: A Mother's Day Love Letter
Even as I write this, saying the words “my son” — I can’t believe it. I have a daughter. And now I have a son. I can’t begin to describe boy mom love to anyone who hasn’t felt it, but so many of you told me before he was born. You boy moms warned me. You said it would be different. You were right. I look at him and think: “this little man. I’m going to be his first love.” I know what they mean now when they say that.
“I’m telling you — if I was open, he would come flying out! This baby is not waiting. He is looking for the exit.”
I said that to my mother at 30 weeks pregnant. I still had weeks to go, but I already knew. I had never felt so much pressure. He was ready. Ready to enter this world fast and furious. That’s what I named this post. And that’s exactly what he did.
At 39 weeks, in less than three minutes, my beautiful baby boy was born.
12:50 PM. April 28, 2026.
And I learned what it felt like to fall in love all over again.
Just 6½ pounds. Thirty-nine weeks. This tiny, beautiful human who I already know came into this world to do something big. He started feeding so quickly my milk supply couldn’t even keep up with him. He is just ready. Ready to grow. Ready to go.
In nine days his face has already filled out. His onesies have started to hug his body instead of swallow it. And he just exudes this calm. This light. Holding him is like exhaling.
He is the missing puzzle piece. He has completed us.
The love I have for my daughter and for him, at the same time — I can’t even explain it. I didn’t know my heart could stretch like this. I didn’t know I could love my firstborn even more than I already did. But here we are.
Everything feels the way it should. This is what we were missing. Our little boy.
Saying the word kids — plural — makes me want to cry in the best way. I cannot wait to watch them grow together, to become best friends the way my brother and I are. Watching my husband with both of them has been something I will never have the right words for.
We are so lucky. They are so lucky to have us. But we are truly, genuinely, so lucky to have them. They have humbled us in ways nothing else could.
Having kids is one of the hardest things you will ever do. It is also the most beautiful. The most fulfilling. The most selfless act of love there is.
Happy Mother’s Day — from this very grateful mama.
oh Leonora! I teared up reading your words 🥹 I’m so happy for you and your family. Isabella is going to be the best big sister and you are going to be the best boy mom ❤️ happy Mother’s Day!
Happy Mother's Day! Being a mom is the most selfless act of love. Although I'm not a mom, I was born on Mother's Day. I love my mom so much and am blessed she will be celebrating her 88th birthday in the next week. As I'm moving her out of her apartment, I'm going through all her things. She saved so many homemade cards that my brother and I made for her for birthdays and holidays. It was truly heartwarming. There's nothing better than a mother's love!