Becoming a mother

By: Ingrid Holm. Article first published in Stokke Collection Catalogue 2015.

I vividly remember when baby James was placed into my arms for the first time. I looked at him in awe. This little, tangled human being was my firstborn son. 


Ingrid Holm works as Communications Consultant for Varier Furniture. She lives in Oslo, Norway together with her boyfriend John and their baby boy James.


In many ways I didn't become a mother the day that James was born. I became a mother through the endless sleepless nights when I sat in my bed, rocking him to sleep in my arms. I became a mother on those days that he refused to be put down and I strapped him into his carrier and held him close to me all day long.

"I've never felt more like a sleepless robot, and I have also never felt more alive."



I became a mother that night that I put him into his stroller at 11pm and walked around my neighborhood in the dark wearing pajamas and a coat knowing that it was the only thing that would lull him to sleep. Luckily, having a child isn’t all sleepless nights and dirty diapers.
For every month that passes, James becomes more independent. He grows so quickly, and has blossomed into the funniest, most awesome little human being. He starts every morning by exploding into smiles, kicking and throwing his arms around. He is a carbon copy of his father; they share mannerisms and facial expressions. It is uncanny and amazing.



"James is the best thing that has ever happened to me. The love has come tiptoeing in on me, more and more with each passing day."


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May 2016