On love

Before our son was born, I remember reading a quote in a magazine article. I'm fairly certain it was Esquire, but I can't remember, otherwise I'd cite it.

You'll never love your parents as much as they love you.

Or something to that effect.

I remember reading it and thinking, No way. I love my parents. LOVE them. We have a great relationship and we always have.

Then our son came along.

It wasn't the first diaper change or even the first time getting up with him while he was crying in the middle of the night.

It wasn't his first tummy time or his first smile.

Somewhere in between I thought to myself -- without realizing any connection to that quote until after:

Wow. I love this boy more than I ever thought possible. He has no idea.

Which is fine. That's how it was supposed to be. He'll go through the same thing some day.

Hopefully I can find that magazine in time.