Love...

…is not what I feel for my baby. What I feel for him is so much bigger than that. Love is a tiny little word, which does not do my feelings justice. I have no idea what to call the feeling but it is like a colossal bond or attachment that will never disappear.
This feeling took me by surprise at first, mainly because of its size but also because I realised that my baby will not feel the same about me. This is the mother of non reciprocal love (pun intended). I assume that he will love me, but I don’t feel like this towards my parents. I love them, but I don’t have this massive feeling towards them. I think this kind of love only goes one way.
It’s pretty cool.