Becoming A Mom

Growing up I couldn’t wait to be a Mom.  Isn’t that what all little girls want? To become a princess, meet their prince charming, get married, have babies and live happily ever after?  I thought I knew everything!  I look forward to wearing fancy ball gowns and dancing all over my castle and having large fancy parties all the time.

As a young girl growing up I kept many journals.  Each full of ideas of what my children would look like, how many boys and girls I would have and I even had their names picked out.  I would lie in my bed at night and fantasize about what I would do with each of my children once I had them.

At twelve years old I swore I met prince charming!  Yep, the father of two of my children.  There was something about him that drew me in.  Truthfully, there was many things that drew us close even at twelve years old.  Over the next 16 years we would have this off and on again relationship that brought us two wonderful children.

Those children brought me great joy.  My first born, a daughter, was the most beautiful and perfect baby I had ever laid my eyes upon.  I could hold her and stare at her for hours.  She was all I had ever dreamed of.  Five years later her brother was born. What a big hunk of chubbiness he was.  I felt like I was on top of the world with two beautiful children and life was good.

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