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When I think of womanhood I can’t help but think of motherhood.
I can’t remember a time when I didn’t dream about being a mom. As a kid I always took care of my dolls, pretending they were real and wishing for the day that I’d have my own babies to care for. As a teenager I could indulge a bit as babysat for other families. Although I loved taking care of their children, I longed for the day when I would be old enough to have my own.
In high school while everyone else was planning what career they wanted, or which college to attend, I just wanted to get married and have kids. I know, it wasn’t a superior goal but it was my heart’s desire. And I counted myself fortunate when at the age of twenty I got married and started working on my goals.
At the age of twenty-two when my high school friends were graduating from college, and starting their careers, I had my son, Mike. I felt excitement that my dream had finally come true. As I looked into his helpless, blue eyes – knowing that he depended on me for his every happiness – I also felt scared that I wouldn’t be able to provide the loving home he deserved. But I promised that I’d do everything in my power to make it happen.
And a few years later when we added my beautiful d daughter, Melanie, to the family – the universe couldn’t contain my contentment. I felt my joy swell and knew that I’d die to keep my kids happy.
I may never have gone to college, climbed the cooperate latter, held an office position or taught a class. I may have been a stay at home mom but I achieved my dream. I started my journey as a wife and mom and never looked back. The journey hasn’t always been easy but I’ve always had love to help me though life.