Five Months of You

[Verse 1]
Five months ago you held him for the first time,
and everything before that felt like waiting.
Your hands were shaking and your eyes were full,
and I stood there thinking: God, she’s everything.

You didn’t sleep that night, you wouldn’t let him go,
just watched his breathing like it was a prayer.
And I remember thinking, half in shadow:
this is the woman I was born to stand beside.

[Pre-Chorus]
And the world won’t give you trophies for the 3 a.m.,
for the milk-stained shirts and the songs you softly hum.
But I see it, my love. Every single time.
And today I finally get to say it out loud:

[Chorus]
Happy first Mother’s Day to the girl who became the world,
to the arms where our son closes his eyes and lets go.
You’re not just his mother, you’re his morning and his peace,
you’re the voice he’s already learning how to know.
And I loved you before, but I didn’t know the half —
Watching you love him taught me what love is.

[Verse 2]
Five months of firsts: his smile, the way he reaches,
the little sounds he makes when he hears you coming near.
Five months of you learning something no one teaches,
and making it look easy when I know that isn’t fair.

You carry the worry like it’s woven in your skin,
is he warm enough, is he breathing, is he fed.
And just when you’re sure you’re getting nothing right,
he smiles at you, and the whole damn world resets.

[Pre-Chorus]
And I know you miss the sleep, the quiet, the before,
but darling, look at what the chaos gave you.
A boy who hears your voice and stops the room.
That’s not nothing. That’s everything.

[Chorus]
Happy first Mother’s Day to the girl who became the world,
to the arms where our son closes his eyes and lets go.
You’re not just his mother, you’re his morning and his peace,
you’re the voice he’s already learning how to know.
And I loved you before, but I didn’t know the half,
Watching you love him taught me what love is.

[Bridge]
Today is his five-month birthday,
and today is your first Mother’s Day,
and I don’t think that’s coincidence —
I think the universe just wanted to remind me
that the best thing I’ve ever witnessed
is you, becoming his.

[Final Chorus]
Happy first Mother’s Day to the woman I don’t deserve,
to the heart that broke wide open and made room for his whole life.
You’re not just his mother — you’re the reason he’ll be brave,
you’re the song he’ll carry somewhere deep inside.
And if he asks me one day, “Dad, what’s the bravest thing you’ve ever seen?”
I’ll say: “Your mother, son. On day one. And every other day in-between.”

[Outro]
My love… My love…
Five months down.
A whole forever left.
And there’s nobody, nobody,
I’d rather do it with.

Copyright 2025 Danilo Stern-Sapad