The story behind this song
Three in the morning, hallway light low, hair up in yesterday's bun and the tea gone cold on the sill. She's swaying in the dark with him on her shoulder, humming, learning his small sounds like a language only she speaks — which cry is hungry, which one is just hold me. Four months in, running on fumes, asking every single evening if she's doing any of this right.
For the new mom who keeps waiting to feel ready, from the one watching from the doorway who already knows she's everything their baby will ever need.
Lyrics
It's three a.m. and the hallway light is low
You don't even know I'm watching
You don't even know I'm watching
Hair up in yesterday's bun, tea gone cold on the sill
You're swaying in the dark with him, humming him still
You ask me every evening if you're doing this right
Love, you should see what I see every night
You're swaying in the dark with him, humming him still
You ask me every evening if you're doing this right
Love, you should see what I see every night
Four months in and running on fumes
And somehow you're glowing
And somehow you're glowing
Happy first Mother's Day — you don't know it yet
But you're already everything, you're as good as it gets
He settles when he hears you breathe, that's all the proof I need
Happy first Mother's Day to the world he'll always need
But you're already everything, you're as good as it gets
He settles when he hears you breathe, that's all the proof I need
Happy first Mother's Day to the world he'll always need
You memorized his small sounds like a language all your own
Which cry means he's hungry, which one means just hold me close
The milk-and-lavender smell of him asleep against your chest
You say you're barely managing — I say you're his best
Which cry means he's hungry, which one means just hold me close
The milk-and-lavender smell of him asleep against your chest
You say you're barely managing — I say you're his best
You keep waiting to feel ready
You were ready all along
You were ready all along
Happy first Mother's Day — you don't know it yet
But you're already everything, you're as good as it gets
He settles when he hears you breathe, that's all the proof I need
Happy first Mother's Day to the world he'll always need
But you're already everything, you're as good as it gets
He settles when he hears you breathe, that's all the proof I need
Happy first Mother's Day to the world he'll always need
Twenty years from now he won't recall these sleepless weeks
But they're written in the man he'll be, in every word he speaks
But they're written in the man he'll be, in every word he speaks
Happy first Mother's Day — you don't know it yet
But you're already everything, you're as good as it gets
He settles when he hears you breathe, that's all the proof I need
Happy first Mother's Day to the world he'll always need
But you're already everything, you're as good as it gets
He settles when he hears you breathe, that's all the proof I need
Happy first Mother's Day to the world he'll always need
Sleep five more minutes, love
We'll be right here when you wake
We'll be right here when you wake
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