We are the sun, but we are also the moon.

It is an amazing thing to be a mom. 

For a time (too short a time) you are your child's entire world. They are in you, and its just you and them. Then your miraculous baby is born, and they are so soft. They have that amazing baby smell that goes away way too quickly, and they are just so awe-inspiring that you lay awake when you really should be sleeping just to watch them breathe. So peaceful. 

You are the world to them. THE WORLD. 

Its a beautiful feeling. Needed. You are important, so important. They give you their million-dollar smile and no matter what they just did, its better. You can be covered in vomit and soften at the gummy smile. Or, in the case of my 3 year old, when they come up to you, sit on your lap, and say "I love you mommy, I want you to be my best friend." (she varies on if we are friends or not depending on how recent her last time out was)

As time goes on, you say "my children are my world." This is an amazing thing. The WORLD. There is little that can compare to a mommy-love. Its such a consuming thing. Altering. Before I had my second child, I would lay awake at night worrying that I wouldn't have enough love for both of them. It really bothered me that I would have to sacrifice some of my love for my daughter and give it to my son. But, the most amazing thing happened. When I had him and I held him for the first time, I was like the Grinch. My heart just, grew. 

I know that I am my children's world, and I love that feeling. But I also think that in another way I am really their moon, because my world revolves around them.