My Eyes Were Opened

"Where does the blonde hair come from," they ask. 

"Oh, his dad had blonde hair as a baby," I respond.

This is surprisingly the question I am most often asked regarding my son's appearance, but the funny thing is, I don't see it.

I forget that I have a blonde haired baby, because that is not what I see when I look at my son.

I see happiness.

I see sadness.

I see learning.

I see frustration.

I see fear.

I see strength.

I see growth.

I see opportunity.

I see fatigue.

I see hunger.

I see adventure.

I see comfort.

I see a future.

I see faith.

I see hope.

I see charity.

I see love.

I see love.

All of the cliches about love and understanding come to life the moment you become a parent. For the first time in my life I am able to understand and live what it means to love unconditionally. To look at a person and see past their outward appearance. I have always believed it and tried my best to live it, but I had to become a mother to truly understand.

One year ago today, my eyes were opened.