If you like, listen to Jagadodharana, here's the meaning of it;

Translation: https://www.google.com/url?q=http://krithis-theirmeanings-thestories.blogspot.com/2011/02/jagadodharana-adisidale-yasode.html&sa=D&source=docs&ust=1667075222883427&usg=AOvVaw245tF5FBmXg6PkD0IRIsTl 

  Yashoda laughed at the beautiful little boy in front of her, picking him in her arms. Oh, how lucky she was to have him as her son! Yashoda smiled, tickling him, his gurgling laughter a pure melody.

  Krishna's eyes shone brighter as he laughed. The eyes that had witnessed the start of creation, were now the eyes of a young baby, just starting to witness his world.

  Yasoda's happiness grew, as it always did around Krishna. Her son's smile was the most precious in the Universe, she thought. Her son. When she was around him, everything else melted away, and he only was the center of her Universe.

  Krishna smiled, the beautiful smile taking up his face as he squirmed out of Yashoda's lap, crawling on the floor, his tiny anklets on tiny lotus feet made a small jangle as he did so, crawling back to Yashoda with a small ball that barely fit in his baby hands.

  Krishna threw the ball with a light toss, hardly sending the ball up in the air, but none of that mattered to Krishna, or Yashoda. As lightly as she could, Yashoda threw the ball to Krishna. She adored every minute with him, the way his eyes lit up as he caught the ball in his small, small fingers, the way his jewelry jangled as he moved, the happy way he laughed, revealing his toothless mouth.

 He seemed to shine in every aspect, from his laughter like the babbling brook, to his face like the full moon, to the expression of nothing but purity and happiness on his face. The one whose glory not one scripture could capture, here Yashoda was witnessing his glory. 

The one who was the very embodiment of happiness, Yashoda was bringing happiness to him.

  Krishna. Narottam. The one who was considered the best among men, right now he was a small baby. With that small baby, Yashoda played purely with him, as any other boy, oblivious to his true identity, despite having his true form right in front of her eyes. 

He may have been Lord Vishnu himself, but for now he was Yashoda's son. Just Yashoda's son.