I
had a mother’s heart long before my son was conceived. I was already looking
out for the best interest of my child-to-be prior to his conception when I was
wishing, hoping, and praying for him. When I found out this dream was becoming
a reality I knew that for the rest of my life my heart would belong to that
little person growing inside of me. For the entire 39 weeks and 4 days that I
was pregnant with my son I tried to do all the right things, to the extreme.
After he was born, for the 18 months and 19 days that I was blessed to have him
I tried to do all the right things, to the extreme. I was not a perfect mother,
but I was a good and purposeful mother. Being the mother to such a special
little boy is the thing I’m most proud of in this life and is my favorite part
of who I am. I had big plans for us and I can assure you the plans I had did
not stop forever at 18 months.
