When Darius was born, he weighed a healthy 8lbs 7oz. I had seriously injured my back in the labor process, tearing my lower left back muscles away from my spine and spent 12 weeks in physical therapy. Those 8.5 pounds of baby felt like carrying a 50 pound bowling ball. Boy did I think he was heavy.
By two months, he had doubled his birth weight. With therapy improving my back, it was more like carrying around a sack of potatoes.
Yesterday, Darius asked to be picked up. I agreed but only for a few minutes. At nearly four, he weighs 35 pounds. He's totally an average kid. But he turned to me with pride and said "I'm so heavy now, momma. You can't carry me for long."
To which I replied "My child, you have always been heavy to me."
