How Lucky Am I To Be Your Mother - 8x10 Digital Download Printable Poem

How Lucky Am I To Be Your Mother

A tender, breathtaking ode to the quiet, fleeting magic of early motherhood.

This poem is for the mother standing barefoot in the kitchen at 3 a.m., feeling the soft weight of her baby against her chest.
For the one tracing eyelids fine enough to catch the light, marveling at the way their breath hitches in sleep.
For the parent whispering “stay little just a while longer,” knowing this season won’t last, but wanting to remember every detail.

How Lucky Am I is a deeply moving reflection on what it feels like to hold the whole world in your arms. It’s about the ache, the wonder, and the impossible gratitude of loving someone so completely, you are forever changed.

Now available as a high-resolution 8x10 printable download, this piece is perfect for nurseries, keepsake boxes, baby shower gifts, or a gentle reminder in the late-night hours of how lucky you are to be theirs.

✨ DETAILS:
– Instant digital download (no physical item shipped)
– Size: 8x10 inches
– Includes high-res PDF format
– Prints beautifully at home or professionally
– Frame not included

💛 PERFECT FOR:
– Mothers in the newborn or baby stage
– Baby shower or first birthday gifts
– Nursery, bedside, or living room wall art
– Parents who want to honor the tender beginnings of family life

📥 HOW TO USE:
– Frame near the crib, nursing chair, or in a quiet corner of your home
– Add to a baby memory book or keepsake box
– Print for yourself or gift to someone in their first year of motherhood

This is more than a poem.
It’s a love letter to the nights, the mornings, the in-betweens,
the moments that make you whisper:
How lucky am I to be their mother.

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